Rise of Zyraby Rennoc215ChaptersSeedlingSaplingGetting to her RootsA Lotus Bears No FruitA Note from the author...The LocustBloomingSeedlingHeat. That was the first thing it had felt. An unbearable heat, when it was but an insignificant speck. Then, comfort. Like a wonderful embrace. Cold, soft, inviting. After so long, if finally had the strength to grow. It reached out, into the dust, and found nutrients. So it reached farther, embracing all that it could touch, all that it could reach. It would have been happy to remain hidden by the darkness which enveloped it. But then it felt the wall. The wall was an unseen force, which held it's home hostage. It had reached about, farther into the darkness, and found that this force surrounded it's home. So it lashed out, and found that this wall was also too strong to be broken. That is when it felt the call. It felt something calling it upwards, a direction that it never needed to travel. So it crawled up, through the cloying darkness. And into warmth. Not the painful burning of before, but a soft, comforting warmth. It felt joy, a pure unbridled happiness. Nothing could end it's joy. And to show the pure bliss it experienced, it decided to put on a magnificent display, for any who could see through the darkness. Although it couldn't appraise it's own beauty, it knew deep down that what it had made was a miracle. Time meant nothing, to this being. It had no means to measure it, its sole purpose was to exist. It felt as if it alone existed, so it is an understatement to say that it was surprised when it felt the presence of another. It was ecstatic at the chance to show off how happy it was, so it opened itself to the world, as if to say "Hello! Look at my joy, and be happy!" Little did it know that it actually had brought a little joy to the new being. -+-+-+-+-+- "What's this?" Rarity wondered aloud, looking at the new sproutling. The petals pulsed with a red glow, and almost seemed to sway, if such a thing were possible. "Hello there. My my, are you pretty." She said, moving closer to look at it better. Oh! The poor darling must be dying of thirst, flashed through Rarity's mind, and she quickly rushed from the room. -+-+-+-+-+- The lotus couldn't comprehend it. The being was there one moment, radiating happiness, when suddenly it left, displaying large amounts of worry. was the being afraid that it would hurt her? Confused, hurt, it coiled it's display away, bundling it up to protect itself from whatever came next. It felt like an eternity, but soon the being returned. It opened itself up again, but much more reluctantly. It didn't want to scare her away again. Then, it felt a nice cool touch of flowing might, coming from the being. Joy pulsed through it again, and then a new thought came to it. Maybe the being wasn't scared for itself, but instead for me It thought. Feeling the new found strength that this being had brought, it decided that an embrace was in order. A sign of comfort, a desire to be known. It grew, reaching out for the now happy being. But as it reached out, a pulse of sheer terror poured from the being, and it pulled back, terrified of being left alone again. Confusion came now, quickly followed by intrigue. It reached out again, this time slowly, and the being remained as calm as possible. Overjoyed, It reached out and flowed over and around its new friend. Five branching objects coming off of a central hub, with a soft sheath. A sixth projection, made of the same softener, came from the far end, and a similar projection came from the fifth branch. This fifth branch was also the center of these emotional projections, and so it completely engulfed this bulb. Then, their minds met. This experience was world shaking for it, as it began to know who this being was on an incredibly intimate level. Nothing was able to be hidden from it, and it rapidly grew to love it's new friend, and so poured joy and happiness into her mind. Then, it heard a direct attempt to talk. Hello? Came the thought. It was still flipping through memories, and didn't quite know language yet. So it did it's best to convey what it meant. So it sent calm and joy back, hoping the being would understand. Aha! It found language, and felt a tinge more joy. Now, the two could actually understand each other. Who are you? What do you want? Came the voice again. Company. It replied simply. You're company? She asked. No, but I don't want to be alone. It replied. A wave of understanding rippled from her. Ah, I see. But darling, I still don't have anything to call you. It searched through her memories for names, and the first one that came to mind was a "Lyra." But it couldn't just steal her name. Just a simple change would work. Zyra. I am Zyra. She seemed to ponder this for a moment. Zyra is a beautiful name, darling. I am Rarity. She finally said. And Zyra was happy. Sapling"What is it that was so important again, Rarity?" Twilight asked her friend, who had dragged her out of a very important test in order to show her... something. "You just won't believe it! I didn't at first, but then we met and... Ooh, you'll just love her!" Rarity raced ahead, as if whatever was waiting couldn't wait a little longer. Twilight raised an eyebrow, but kept pace. "Her? Is it a new pet, or a new pony?" Twilight asked tentatively. Rarity hushed her, and then gave her a wink, which drew an exasperated sigh from Twilight. Finally, after this mad dash across Ponyville, they finally stood before the Carousel Boutique. Rarity looked around before opening the door, and pulled Twilight in before quickly shutting the door. Rarity flicked the lights on, momentarilly blinding Twilight. Twilight blinked rapidly, clearing her vision. What she saw was certainly disturbing. An oversized blood-colored lotus flower sat growing out of a tiny grey jar. Also rising from the small jar were vines that seemed to be actively seeking out Rarity. "Rarity, look out!" Twilight called out, using her telekinesis to slash at the vines enclosing her friend. At the harsh touch of her telekinesis, the vines retracted enourmously, retreating as fast as they could, and they formed a protective wall around the lotus flower, which had now closed up, as if it were night. Twilight grabbed Rarity and pulled her back, but found her friend rushing towards the wall as soon as her magic had released her. "How could you do that to her?" Rarity asked, as if Twilight had just struck her child. Twilight took a step back, raising an eyebrow. "Her? It's a plant, Rarity. And a dangerous looking one as well!" She retorted, but Rarity was ignoring her. She was rubbing and patting the wall softly, causing the vines to loosen up a bit, and eventually begin snaking their way across her body. Rarity giggled a bit, and Twilight felt a shudder of revulsion. But what came next drew Twilight to scream. A long, off color vine snaked its way up Rarity's spine, stopping at the base of the skull. Then, like watching a tree grow at incredible speeds, small, root-like projections shot downward into her spine, sending a shiver to course through her body. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity heard Twilight's scream, and felt Zyra recoil in terror. She's just as afraid of you as you are her. Rarity tried to comfort her. Zyra, bless her heart, had never experienced the sense of sound, or most senses for that matter. Color was lost to her, as was taste and smell. She hurt us. We are scared. What did we do wrong? Zyra asked her. Nothing, darling. She is afraid that you were trying to harm me. Let me go speak with her. Rarity replied. She felt Zyra's reluctance to let go, but a stern push of determination motivated her to let go. As Rarity felt Zyra's mind grow colder and more distant, she added, I will be back. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity shook her head to clear her thoughts, and turned to find Twilight. Twilight, bless her, had fainted. Well, this will make it easier to draw her over, Rarity thought with a smile. Using her magic, she drug Twilight over to Zyra, and guided the connection vine over Twilight's spine. Like the good flower she is, Zyra extended a second connection vine for Rarity, who welcomed it on her back. -+-+-+-+-+- Darkness. That was the first thing Twilight noticed, was complete and utter darkness. She felt some hard, unrelenting force on her back, and the image of Rarity with that strange vine on her back flashed into her mind. She screamed again, but found that it sounded more like a resounding echo rather than actually coming from her. Ah, you're awake darling. You wouldn't come meet Zyra, so I had to find a new way to get you in. Fortunately, you had fallen unconcious, so I had to drag you over and plug you in myself. came a voice in her head, which sounded suspiciously like Rarity. Also, just... "project your thoughts." Don't actually speak, because you can't hear yourself in here. Unless, of course, somepony else hears it and feeds it into the mind. So, is this what you wanted to show me? Twilight asked sardonically. Clop clop clop. Can I go home now? A short laugh came from Rarity. Of course not, darling. You haven't even met Zyra yet. Zyra? Come out and talk to Twilight. Twilight felt a tentative mind brush her own. A pulse of calm, then a wave of happiness, followed by more calm, barraged her mind. Twilight heard Rarity scolding the new mind. Now now Zyra. I tought you language so you could use it when you met other ponies. Use your words. The mind came back to the fold. It stayed silent, but began pushing against her defenses. After a while of futile attacks, the mind pulled back, and a ripple of relaxation forced itself on her. Zyra pushed again, trying to break through her mental defenses, but failed again as well. Zyra pulled back away yet again, and a wave of dissappointment rolled over Twilight. She suddenly felt Rarity's mind wrenched away, seperating her utterly from the two of them. After what felt like forever (But seemed to only take a few minutes), the two minds returned, Zyra once again pushing down on her defences, but Rarity seemed to be supporting it. Twilight, came Rarity's voice, I know it must be hard, but let Zyra in. All she does is flip through your memories, which helps her understand you. She is so afraid of making a mistake in meeting new ponies that she won't open up unless the others do to. Besides, once she's in, she makes you feel better while she searches. If Twilight had a hoof, it would be at her chin right now. I guess that I might... Twilight began, but was interrupted by an echoing sound. A resounding crash sounded through the darkness, and Twilight felt Zyra tremble with fear. Like a filly, Twilight suddenly thought, before they all heard something they hoped they wouldn't hear next. "Hey are you two alright? I heard Twilight scream and... What the buck?" Came the voice of their very brash friend, Rainbow Dash. Her voice echoed through their minds, and Zyra was once again quivering in fear, but a wave of reassurance from Rarity calmed her down. "Let go of them, you monster." Came their friend's voice again. Zyra's mind pulsed, and Twilight felt everything move, yet couldn't move herself. Zyra, what did you do with my body? Twilight demanded. A pulse of calm, then comfort came from Zyra. She says it's safe, darling. Came Rarity's reassuring thought. And I just came up with the most splendid idea! Zyra? You need to let me go. I'll calm down Rainbow, you two get yourselves acquainted. Twilight felt Rarity's mind fade, and heard a strange popping sound, and then she was gone. Zyra's tendrils inquisitively poked at Twilight's mind, and she mentally sighed. Let's get this over with. She resigned. -+-+-+-+-+- As Rarity's vision cleared from the black haze, she came to see the wall of green. She poked at it, and Zyra flinched for a moment, before opening a doorway for her. Once Rarity stepped out, Rainbow Dash tackled her, saying, "I got ya. You're safe now." Rarity laughed. "Really? What was I in danger from?" Rarity asked with a toss of her mane. "I know you musn't be speaking of Zyra? She wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone us." Rainbow Dash hovered there, mouth agape. "Well, now you've gone and ruined the surprise. I was going to introduce Fluttershy next, but since you're here, I'll have you two meet." A knocking came from the door, followed by the voice of a certian orange earth pony mare. "Everythin alright in there, Dash?" Rainbow Dash gave Rarity a guilty smile, who promptly facehoofed. The door opened, and Rarity quickly flipped the lights off. "What the hay?" Applejack exclaimed as she stepped inside. "Now look what you two have done! You almost ruined the surprise." Rarity scolded. "Now, I'm going to have introduce you both to her early." Rarity flicked the lights back on, the plant holding it's distance. She stepped forward, pulling her friends closer with her telekinesis. "Isn't she gorgeous?" Rarity asked, starry eyed. Applejack looked at the wall of vines in confusion, and Rainbow shook her head. "Uhh... It's... green." Applejack stammered. "It's eating Twilight." Rainbow Dash interjected. "Rainbow Dash! I never expected something so ignorant from you!" Rarity shot her an icy glare. "Right now, they are probably having a pleasant chat." Rarity added nonchalantly, pulling the two up to Zyra. The tentacle-like vines reached out gingerly, Rarity wiilingly stepping onto one, the other two beckoning them to draw closer. "Now now, don't want to keep her waiting." Rarity added, a sultry look on her face. "Well... I don't know..." Applejack sat there, thinking hard, and while they were distracted, Zyra reached around and grabbed both of them. "Hey!" Appljack cried out, flailing in confusion at being lifted up. A pair of pale tendrills neared them, and Rarity smiled. "Relax. Zyra won't hurt anything." Rarity said as their vision darkened, before they were beset by feelings of happiness and calm. -+-+-+-+-+- Applejack shook her head, yet her vision remained black. Welcome to Zyra, girls. Came the reassuring voice of Twilight Sparkle. Dont speak, think "Out loud." Saying something produces a pretty freaky effect and scares Zyra Like this? Came Rainbow Dash's thought. Percisely. Replied Twilight. So... Why did Rarity trick us in here? Applejack asked warily. To meet Zyra. Twilight responded hastilly. Yes, they are comfortable. Yes, I think you can meet them. No, they don't have mental shielding. Twilight thought aloud. Uhhh... Twi? Who are ya talkin to? Applejack asked warily. A new mind entered the fray, answering Applejack's question. Me, It said timidly. This is going to be interesting... Isn't it? Applejack asked nopony. Getting to her RootsA loud crash, and the sound of shattering glass drew Rarity's attention upstairs. "Zyra?" She called out inquisitively, shaking her head afterward. She can't hear, what's the point of saying anything? Rarity thought frustratedly. Carefully, she walked up the stairs, and heard a second thud. Tiptoeing past her sister's room, she pulled open the door concealing Zyra. The lights were turned off, and so when she flicked them on, what she saw made her gasp. There lay poor old Zyra, fallen off of the table the jar rested on, her small pot smashed on the ground. Zyra was trying to lift her mass off the ground, using her vines as rudimentary legs. Her lotus pivoted towards Rarity, the thin white connector vine weakly stretching out. Rarity stepped forward, nuzzling the vine. Her vision went dark, and she was immediately besieged by a horrid mental shriek. The wail made Rarity cringe, as it reached a crescendo of pain. Zyra! Rarity called out. Calm down! I'm going to help you, but I need you to calm down so I can think of a way. The unearthly wail subsided to a long series of quiet sobs. Rarity thought hard, rationalizing the situation. I can't lift her, but there is no time to get somepony who can. Zyra's growing weaker steadily, and the pain is roaring through her. Rarity cocked her metaphysical head, perplexed by the situation. Suddenly, she felt Zyra pull a particular memory from Rarity's mind. It was a nice, heartwarming scene, where fluttershy had volunteered at the old-ponies home. Fluttershy was leading an old, blind mare who could barely stand, re-teaching her how to walk as they walked outside so she could feel the sunlight one last time. It had brought tears to her eyes, how adorable the scene was. But why would Zyra show me... Rarity thought before it hit her. Zyra's mind pulled away from Rarity’s as the pale tendril pulled off of her, and Rarity smiled. "As Pinkie would say, just put one hoof in front of the other..." Rarity mused as she reached out for Zyra. -+-+-+-+-+- Of all the obstacles, the stairs had been the worst. Zyra slid down the entire flight of stairs, landing with a rough thud on the main floor. The rest of the walk outside was uneventful, aside from the few odd looks shot Rarity's way. Soon, Zyra was rooting again, sliding them deeper and deeper into the ground. Zyra snuggled to the ground contentedly, and after a few moments, the white tendril revealed itself, snaking towards Rarity. Rarity could only smile as she allowed the vine to snake onto her back. Rarity shut her eyes, and poked around for Zyra's mind. She finally felt the wave of calm, signifying that Zyra was now feeling safe in the ground. Rarity smiled, and was about to begin a wonderful chat, when she had the sudden sensation of movement, along with the feeling of a new, confused and screaming mind being thrown into the fray. Zyra... what did I tell you about grabbing strangers? Rarity asked slowly. Soon, the screaming subsided. Uh... Hi? Came the tentative voice of the local ditzy mailmare, Derpy Hooves. Am I dead? No, darling, you're not dead. Rarity politely stated. Derpy, this is Zyra. The big plant? Derpy asked, confusedly. Yes dear. Uh... Hi? Hello there. Zyra responded. A pleasure. I know you from Rarity's memories. You always seemed like such a sweet dear. Tell me, have you got something for my nurturer here? Uhuh. Derpy said happily. Rarity felt a wave of pride from Zyra, followed by, I'd love to get to know you, Derpy. Come back later and we can talk. Okay. Derpy replied, before they heard the distinct popping sound of being disconnected. Soon, their eyesight returned, and Rarity saw Derpy standing there, holding a letter. "So, what have I got today?" Rarity asked inquisitively. "A... Uh... Will! I... oh... I'm sorry about your loss." Derpy said, her expression going from happy to sad over the few moments it took her to process what she had said. "Who...?" Rarity began, before realizing who it was from. "Oh, It's fine." She said, her voice growing sad. "There was nothing we could have done about it. Thank you for your concern." Derpy handed her the envelope, before her mood brightened. "By the way, I finished fixing your mailbag the other day. Here, let me go get it for you." Rarity said, ducking inside to grab the bag. "Bag... Bag..." She muttered looking around to try and find the mailmare's bag. "Aha!" She exclaimed as she found it. "Here we are!" she announced as she stepped outside, a smile on her face. When she looked towards Derpy, she saw that she was reconnected to Zyra. Rarity let out a sigh, before walking over and allowing the vine to creep down her back. Ah! Rarity! I heard the bad news. Who passed away? Zyra asked, as soon as Rarity was all the way in. I'll tell you later, but first, can you let Derpy out? She has things she needs to be doing. Rarity replied sternly. Of course... Zyra said reluctantly, and Rarity heard the signifying pop of disconnection. "Oh Derpy?" Rarity called, drawing the gray mare's attention. "Here is your bag. Oh, and there is a little surprise for you inside." Rarity said with a smile as she handed the mailmare her bag. "Oh boy oh boy oh boy." Derpy said as she took the bag. A loud gasp rang out as Derpy removed the fresh muffin from within, before she gave Rarity a crushing hug. "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" She said. "It was... Nothing." Rarity said between gasps for air. "Darling I... can't breath." "Oh, sorry." Derpy said, releasing the fashionista. "Well, it was fun. Tell Zyra I'll be back." Rarity nodded, gently rubbing her throat. "Goodbye." Rarity said as Derpy flew off. Turning, Rarity frowned, thinking about the will. Zyra reached for her, but Rarity gently turned her down. Walking inside, Rarity opened the envelope, to find a paper written in red ink, with a unique penmanship. "Knowing Vlad, it probably is in blood." she muttered to herself as she began to read the paper. "If you are reading this, then I, Vladamir, have finally died. If I have a successor, then you will already know how my will be done. If, for some ghastly reason, I should not find a successor, then whoever was my caretaker shall be the one who shall inherit everything. This includes 400 acres of desolate mountain, one ancient temple, 20'000 bits stored in my bank of Equestria account (User number: 666, passphrase: 999), and my body, whatever is left of it. Best of luck, and remember: I never truly die." At this, the paper transformed into a story of his life, detailing his time in the town, his time learning under his master, his master's death, and a few of his travels. It ended with "I now plan to settle down, but continue to protect ponies. A small town, perhaps? I've heard good things about Ponyville, maybe I'll find my one there." Rarity wiped a tear from her eye, then folded the letter and put it away. She stepped outside into the sunlight and smiled. "Goodbye, darling." she whispered to the wind. She noticed a purple shape dart behind her house, so she stowed away her dramatic break for later. She turned to see Twilight connected to Zyra, who was waving about agitatedly. Rarity stepped forward, and Zyra lashed out, wrapping around her. The white vine snaked its way down her spine. Oh boy, was all that Rarity thought before she entered Zyra. In the collective, it was surprisingly peaceful. Rarity? Came Zyra's thought. Where did I come from? There has never been another like me, so... what am I? Now dear, you are the sweet plant that I raised, ever since she was just a bloom. Rarity said. As for where you came from, that is a long story, one that I had hoped that I wouldn't have to tell. Rarity sighed. A pop was heard, and Rarity knew Twilight had left them two alone. Best get comfortable, it isn't the happiest story. Author's Note Sorry about the delay, Weeklong vacations with no computers do happen to put a dampening on writing ability. Also, I am going to admit that this is my working semester, which means that there is a forcast of a huge homework front moving in. I don't know if I'll have time to write as much, thus these stories will have some... release delays. Again, I apologise. A Lotus Bears No FruitTwilight watched as the white vine slowly crawled off of her friend's back. "How did she take the news?" Twilight asked as Rarity shook her head. "I told the story, and she listened. When I was done, she asked what was in the letter I got." Twilight raised an eyebrow, so Rarity continued. "It's Vladamir's will. He left me everything, because I was his last caretaker." Twilight smiled. "That was nice of him. What did you get?" Rarity smiled in return. "A fairly large amount of bits, and a large swath of property up north. Up in the mountains, where the old temple rests. Here, the will gave a location in his large monologue." She said as she stepped inside, quickly picking up the note and smiling as she read the location. "Here it is! Up in the mountains by Tramplevania!" Twilight cocked her head. "Tramplevania? Isn't that where the old Vampony legends originate?" Rarity smiled. "Funny coincidence, isn't it?" At this, the two laughed. "But seriously, Twilight. I'm thinking of visiting it. Although I'm not the adventurous type, checking out an old temple sounds like a tad bit of fun. Especially since I own it and," She paused, and looked down at the will. "Four hundred acres of desolate mountain. I know Rainbow would find it fun. Adventure and all." Suddenly, an idea hit Rarity. "Ooh! I get to design warm and fashionable new outfits! Oh, this will be so delightful!" She practically squealed, and Twilight smiled knowingly. There was no dissuading her friend from working on a new fashion. "Oh, I'll need fur and fluffing and" Twilight turned and left her friend to... whatever madness would ensue. "Oh, and Twilight?" Rarity called out the door as Twilight was walking down the street. "Could you take care of Zyra for me while I'm gone? I'd normally ask Spike, but..." She motioned with her hoof. "You understand." Twilight chuckled, and nodded her head. "Sure thing, Rarity." Twilight said with a smile. -+-+-+-+-+- This was not what Twilight had signed up for when she told Rarity that she would watch Zyra while she was out. She had thought it would be like watching her cat; Zyra would go on and do whatever it was she did. But this Zyra was needy to an extreme. It seemed that everywhere Twilight went, she could find Zyra's white vine creeping along behind her. At least Zyra was willing to learn. Although Rarity had taught her manners, Twilight gave her knowledge. Zyra voraciously learned whatever Twilight gave her, as if memory and thought was on a cellular-level, instead of organ-level. Oh wait... She is a massive plant. Of course the thoughts would go on different, she has no brain. Twilight thought as she set the quill down. She looked at the new book she had beneath her, A study of Plant Physiology, Psychology, and Arcanology, By Twilight Sparkle. At least I'm the only one who has yet to learn from a sapient plant. Twilight thought with a smile. She looked back down to her book, and picked up the quill again, before she found Zyra's tendril creeping up her back. Twilight? Came Zyra's voice as Twilight's vision dimmed. Yes Zyra? Can I ask you something? Personal? This drew Twilight's attention, and she stepped forward gingerly. What is it? Twilight asked. What is it like being a pony? Being able to see and hear, to go wherever you want, whenever you want. Zyra inquired. Twilight was taken aback. This was some pretty deep stuff, to describe something to somepony who won't ever experience it. Well, Twilight started, It's definitely different than being a plant, that's for certain. What is sight like? Well, it is definitely nice, I can tell you that. You get to know what is around you at all times, and, as a pony, I can see color, which changes what something looks like. How? Zyra interjected. Twilight excused herself, and pulled herself out. She went over to the windowsill, and grabbed her two flower pots. One was the regular brown, and one was a festive orange, since the running of the leaves was a few days ago. But they were both the same shape, both empty, yet different with color. Twilight brought them back with her, and allowed Zyra back in. Feel these two pots here? They should feel the same, right? Twilight got a wave of reassurance from Zyra, prompting her to continue. Are they different in any way? After a few moments, Zyra spoke. No, she said. That is what color is. Your mind, right now, doesn't process color from our memories, which is probably a good thing. But these two pots are different. One is brown, the same color as the dirt, and one is orange, the same color as the leaves on the trees this time of year. I bring the orange one out to celebrate a local holiday, and the brown one is the one I use for everyday use. Color helps me differentiate the pots. But why does the different color matter? Don't both pots serve the same purpose? Zyra inquired. Twilight thought about that for a moment. Well, they do both serve the same purpose, the only difference is that they look better at different times. Oh, if only Rarity could see you now... She would have a fit. Her life revolves around making fancy clothes in nice colors... Oh! I realized why color is useful! So, think about how Rarity physically feels, compared to me. We are pretty much the same, right? Zyra sat silent for a long time, before finally replying. No, She finally said flatly. Twilight was taken aback. No? How? We are both the same size, both unicorns, and, although our manes and tails are different, those are easily changed. So, what is it that tells you that we are different? Simple; posture and reaction. Rarity holds herself daintily, showing, as she puts it, "Lady-like charm." She keeps herself light, making her sway slightly, and she is accepting when something dear to her moves her. You hold yourself proud and strong, showing your royal training. You don't like it when outside forces act upon you, even if they are friendly. Every being is different, just like every mind. This color just sounds like another way to separate beings. "Oh, you can't com in because you have a purple mane," Or, "Oh, I'm sorry, Carrot Top!" Wait, Twilight interjected. How do you know Carrot Top? Zyra laughed. Oh, she came in while Rarity was working on those "Winter Expedition" suits. I pulled her to me, and told her that Rarity would be a while, she was very distracted at the moment. How did she respond? She screamed. But Rarity soon rushed in and gave me a harsh beratement about kidnapping strangers. I had to apologize, and Carrot said it was nothing. Rarity told her she would only need a few more moments, and so Carrot and I started talking. Eventually, we got on her name and how the name was to make fun of her outrageous orange hair. As I said before though, this whole color thing sounds completely unnecessary. While sight would be nice, I don't think I need this "color." That's... Incredibly mature of you. Twilight said after a pause. I wish there was a pony like you, Zyra. A sudden wave of alarm ran through Zyra, and Twilight was about to ask about it, when she heard five detached screams. Zyra shuddered, and suddenly the screaming stopped. Twilight felt her presence diminish as she felt six small minds join. "What the hay happened to us?" One, instantly recognizable filly's voice asked, voice laden with the southern accent her family shares. "Why can't I see?" Asked the voice of a particular pegasus filly, Scootaloo. "What did you three dweebs do to us?" Asked a strange, new voice. "Does anypony know if Twilight is okay?" Came the boyish voice of Spike. Everypony, stop talking! Came the thoughts of a familiar unicorn filly, Sweetie Bell. You all are scaring Zyra! "Woah, How did you do that? And why does it sound like my voice is coming from everywhere but me?" Came Scoot's voice again. Project your thoughts. Sweetie told them. Hello Zyra! I thought Rarity was going to have Fluttershy watch you. No, my dear. My good friend Twilight is watching over us. Zyra responded. Twilight was going to speak up, when she heard that same new voice talk again. "'Project our thoughts?' Sounds like a stupid trick to get us to act dumb. And you, strange voice! I demand you let us go!" A new, second voice joined the clamor. "Yeah!" Sweetie, who are these two? Zyra asked. Unfortunately, they are Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon. The two worst bullies followed us home to tease us some more. Sweetie responded, provoking a hurricane of wrath from the plant. Zyra! Calm down! You'll scare my friends. Sweetie pleaded, causing Zyra to bottle her emotions into a bubbling sea, one ready to explode at any time. Twilight sighed. Zyra, surprisingly, couldn't hide her emotions as well as most ponies. Of course, she hadn't been confined to a single, interactive body, which would have hidden them for her. Scootaloo spoke up, breaking her train of thought. "So, you're like a smart plant? Then, when you have a little sapling of your own, can I have one?" "Yes, can she have one?" Diamond Tiara said, mockingly. "I just don't get how you three wind up with the weirdest of weirdos. Let us go, you big brute." Very well. But leave this house, before I decide to throw you far away. Zyra responded coldly. There were the sounds of two distinct pops, and Twilight heard the two bullies scurry away. As she heard the footsteps quiet down, Twilight heard Spike think aloud. Now, Tell me what you did with Twilight! Zyra responded with a determined silence. Hey! Didn't you hear me? Wait, what are you doing? Get out... of my head!" Spike struggled as Zyra probed his memories, seeing just exactly who he is. After a few minutes, Spike let out a gasp, and Apple Bloom inhaled a shocked breath. Shortly after her came Scootaloo, who resisted the probe the most. Not my mind, you wont! She cried as they all felt light vibrations. Soon, the vibrations ceased, and Scootaloo began panicking. No. No, no no no. NO! She cried as Zyra pressed deeper. Stop. Please, stop. She begged, desperate. Zyra! Enough! Twilight finally shouted over the group. You can't force your will onto other ponies like that. If you do, then they won't like you. Almost immediately, Scootaloo felt the force leave her memories, just a small distance away from the... incident. Twilight! Spike cried. Oh, I was so worried! I know Spike. Zyra? Go ahead and let these four go. They are all good fillies, and they won't break anything. Right? She was answered with a resounding wave of Yes. Zyra relaxed, and let them go. Twilight then felt Zyra's mind turn to her own. Twilight, something resounded within me at what the winged one said. About having my seedling. I wondered, will I ever have a child? It was a serious problem, one that Twilight realized she had no answer to. I don't know, Zyra. I can do as much research as I can, but right now, I have no idea. Twilight answered, sighing. -+-+-+-+-+- Diamond Tiara noticed the crestfallen looks on the three blank-flanks as they entered the school the next day, and she nudged Silver Spoon, who was standing beside her. "Hey, what's up with the blank flanks?" She whispered, drawing Silver Spoon's attention. "I don't know, let's see if we can hear it, because here comes Twist." She replied, pointing at the red-maned filly coming up to the sad trio. "Hey girls! What's up?" Twist said with a smile. "Did Pinkie not give you any sweets today?" "No, she gave us more than usual." Sweetie replied, looking towards Apple Bloom. "Yeah, but we was sad before, and no amount of candy could make this problem any better." Apple Bloom agreed. "Are you sure?" Twist interjected, holding out a few more pieces of chocolate. "Yes!" Scootaloo said, knocking the candy from Twist's hand. "Zyra has a problem, and there's nothing anypony can do about it!" Diamond Tiara turned and looked at Silver Spoon, a smile crossing her face. "The big plant has a problem big enough to down those three? Hah! This oughta be good." She said, Silver Spoon nodding in agreement. "Now now, what kind of problem?" Twist asked, her eyebrows raised in confusion. "Zyra's... From out of town, and the problem is that she can't have a kid." Scootaloo said, her expression falling from anger to depression again. "She's just so nice when you get to know her, you know?" She asked, looking towards her friends, who nodded in support. "Class! Class time!" Cheerilee called from the schoolhouse door. Scootaloo rushed ahead on in, as if getting there faster would make the day shorter. Apple Bloom and Sweetie stayed behind to talk to Twist. "Scoots is taking it the hardest. We may have just met her, but Scootaloo really likes her. When we were told, Scoots left and was at Rainbow Dash's house for a half hour." Twist nodded in understanding, and Diamond Tiara turned to Silver Spoon. "Hey, do you wanna get back at that brute of a plant after school?" She asked, a devious smile crossing her face. -+-+-+-+-+- Zyra sensed two fillies walking up, and began to reach out to embrace them. They thought nothing of it, bravely stepping inside her embracing tendrils. The pale tentacles crept up, and soon they could hear her. I take it Scootaloo is still grieving? Zyra asked. Actually, We have no idea, do we Silver? Diamond Tiara said smugly. You... Zyra breathed. -+-+-+-+-+- "Nurse Readheart!" Twilight called, running down the halls after the pale mare. "What happened? I heard something about a hole forming in my library, and I wanted to know if anypony was hurt." The nurse turned towards Twilight, and gave a sad sigh. "Yes, two fillies were seriously injured. One is here, who's wounds were thankfully less critical. A few days bed rest and she'll be up on her hooves again. But the other one is currently under intensive care. We don't know how long she'll be here. Could be upwards of a few months." Twilight gasped. "Who was it? How could that have happened?" She asked. "Well, the fillies names are..." She said, looking down at her clipboard, "Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Diamond is the one in intensive care, Silver will be walking around soon. As for how it happened..." She looked down at her clipboard, reading over the list of injuries. "Probably falling. Although the height they had to have fallen was enormous, far larger than the height of the tree." The nurse looked up at her. "Almost as if they were thrown. Tell me, did you throw them?" Twilight gasped. "I? Throw them? Hardly. I was out, seeing if any of my friends needed some help." Nurse Redheart nodded. "Mhm." She said, jotting something down on her clipboard. "Thank you for your time, but I really have to get to some patients." She said, hurrying down into the labyrinth of halls that made up Ponyville hospital. Twilight sighed, looking back towards her home. Zyra, you better not be responsible... Twilight thought, hurrying down the hall. -+-+-+-+-+- "Yes, it was that hellish brute that threw me through your roof, and I'm suing!" The filly in the bed before Twilight said to the lavender unicorn. "I want to see that monster destroyed!" Twilight was one of the first visitors admitted to see Diamond Tiara after her surgery, and Twilight was ever so thankful. Had her parents come here first, then Twilight would have never heard the end of it. Also, coincidentally, they were out of town for the day, on business. By the time the news reached them, Twilight will be long gone. Twilight cocked an eyebrow. "Monster?" Twilight asked, a smile creeping across her lips. "That's ludicrous. Did your reflection throw you? I've seen you around the Crusaders. And you call that gentle plant a monster? So far, the only thing that plant is guilty of is..." Twilight looked up dramatically. "Protecting property. And I don't think that that is a punishable offense." Diamond Tiara's mouth nearly dropped. "But it threw me!" She complained. Twilight smirked. "After you were trespassing. I wasn't there, and the sign clearly said 'Closed.'" "Wait till my father hears about this!" Diamond called as Twilight turned away. "Oh, I'm waiting." Twilight said, walking out of the room. -+-+-+-+-+- The wind whipped violently around Rarity, snow blowing viciously around her warm hood. I hope Rainbow Dash is having it easier than I am, Rarity thought, looking up, trying to see her companion. Rainbow Dash, coincidentally, was actually having a pleasant time. The clouds refused her commands, but they gracefully stayed low, allowing her to easily fly ahead, seeing the peak of the mountain they had been climbing the entire time. And peeking through the cloud, near the summit of the mountain, lay a lone building. Glad they were making progress, Rainbow Dash braved the harsh weather to tell her friend. "Hey," she called, as soon as she could see the brown mass that made up her outfit. "We're almost there." "Oh, thank Celestia!" Rarity exclaimed, panting slightly. "How are you faring up there? I hope the wind isn't too bad." "Oh, it isn't easy, let me say that." Rainbow replied, glad her 'Frozen Expedition Uniform' concealed her smile. "Well, it'll be nice to get out of this snow, that's for certain." Rarity said with a nod. Smiling, the two friends continued on their trek, unaware of the two vicious green eyes watching them. -+-+-+-+-+- Zyra? Twilight called, the plant staying eerily silent. Did you throw Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon? Zyra's voice was weak and distressed. I didn't hurt them, did I? Nothing serious. Mostly injured prides. Twilight lied, cringing slightly. Relief flooded Zyra's voice. Oh, that's good. I just... I don't know what happened. One moment, I was fine. The next, they were gone, and I could feel a breeze. I was so worried I had hurt them. I didn't mean to, even if they meant to hurt me. Twilight shook her head. Wait, what? How did they hurt you? She asked. Zyra floundered at the question. Y-yes... She answered, her voice wavering. And how did they hurt you? Twilight pushed, hoping to get something out of the usually quiet plant. They... They... They insulted me. Then they laughed. I got angry, and they didn't take me seriously. They kept laughing, making it worse. Then, I felt something. My senses changed, tilted slightly. Zyra paused, worrying Twilight. Twilight, is there a color to describe anger? As in pure, unbridled rage? Twilight rapidly became confused. Why? You can't see them, so what does it matter? Zyra's tone became dead flat. Just answer my question. Is there? Yes, it's called red. Twilight stammered, suddenly unsure of Zyra. She had been acting odd. Red. Such a nice word. Alright then, try this comparison: It was like everything you saw was slightly red. Red covered everything, until all you could see or think was red. That's what it was like. And do you want to know what this red told me? Zyra paused again, building dramatic tension. Soon, the tension was unbearable, and when Twilight was about to speak, Zyra answered her question. "Hurt them," It told me. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity gasped at the strange warmth of the temple, a nice reprieve from the grueling walk up. She rapidly threw her outfit on the rack, and watched as Rainbow walked in the door, suspiciously dry. Rainbow still played the part though, shaking snow and water from your mane. "What a trek." Rainbow sighed, before noticing the disapproving look on her friend's face. "What?" Rarity shook her head, chuckling to herself. "Nothing dear." She said, turning to look at the atrium. The room was nice and spacious, although the colors definitely made the place feel... evil. The supports, rafters, and floor were done in black, while the walls and furniture were in red. At the center of the room was a dark steel fountain, with the topper showing a pony's head, red liquid burbling out of the eyes, nose, and mouth, making Rarity shudder in revulsion. On either side was a hallway, and at the far side of the room were a pair of large, steel doors, with ornate silver inlay. The doors, however, had no handles or pulls. "Well, Darling, which way should we travel?" She asked her companion. Before Rainbow could respond, they both heard a rustle in the rafters, drawing their attentions. "Who goes there?" Rarity called. They could hear a hissing laughter, and a dry, deep voice responded. "Oh my, a unicorn and pegasus. Begone, and heed my warning. This is a sacred place, and your species filth shall trespass here no more. Begone, before I loose my patience. Should you return, prepare to bleed." They heard another rustle, similar in sound to changeling wings, and then all was quiet. Author's Note I apologize about the enormous delays, but I have a blame list: English and Math classes School in general Skyrim Magic the Gathering And League of Legends. Can't leave that off the blame list. KD God, this chapter took forever to write. I kept checking my word count going up and up, but I still wasn't close to where I wanted to be at. A Note from the author...So, I have been having an unexplainedly hard time writing, as of late, with no reasonable explanation. So first, I apologise about said delays on release. Secondly: I may have what could be the next chapter almost ready, but I realized I have to ask something before I continue. No matter what, there is one final story in this series. Yes, a third novel. But I have to ask you all a question now: Do we want sequel one or two? (I feel like I've asked this before.) Again, I can't pull off both, but I need to know which way I need to go, because this chapter is a pivotal one. This coming chapter will determine the fate of the steries, and I need to know which one to choose. I'm having such a hard time deciding, so I leave it to you all, faithful readers. Post in the comments, and we shall see where this goes, shall we? Thank you for your patience, sorry for the delay, Rennoc215 The LocustRarity confidentially stepped forward. "Now listen here. I am the legal owner of this establishment, and I don't appreciate your threatening me." The hissing laughter was back, and it began to condescend her. "My 'dear'" it said, with a mock emphasis, "Do you think I care for law? This is my home and the home of my masters." A large, purple object fell to the floor, right in front of Rarity. The fight or flight response kicked in, and she jumped back a few paces. The lump began to expand, elevating itself on two clawer rear legs. The sides flared out, revealing two long, scythed apendages where its' fore-legs should have been. The front folded up, to reveal two maliciously glowing green eyes, and a maw full of spiked teeth. "I am Kha'Zix, Creature of the void, and currently in the service of Ultio, god of vengeance." He hissed, a cruel cakling ringing through the room. He hunched over, bared his teeth, and shook his talons. "Now, as I said, begone! Maybe if you brought Master Vladamir home, I might tolerate your presence." He said, before looking down and seeing the unicorn looking at the floor. He knew this was a sign of sadness, or regret, and something struck him as off. "What is it, worm?" He asked, coldly. She looked up at his eyes, and he could see the red rimming. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She said, before looking back down at the floor. "Vladamir died." She deadpanned, and the room grew deathly silent. Kha'zix blinked. "You lie." He stated in disbelief. Rarity just shook her head, and continued to look at the floor. "You lie!" He shouted, before kicking her in the side. Rarity went flying, and slammed into a column with a crack. Before anypony could blink, Kha'zix's wings (Which were previously unnoticed) flared out, and he pounced on top of her. "You lie!" He screamed into her. Rarity just defiantly shook her head. "No. I know it. You lie! There has to be another, that couldn't be the end." He mumbled, shaking his head side to side as he reaconed with himself. "This can't be the end. All we worked for, all we accomplished. Washed away like a colt's drawing in the mud. Impossible. He can't be dead. Because if he was dead..." His eyes flared, and realization coursed through him. "You have to be lying! Because my presence on this world is only possible while somepony lives who can claim the iron throne." He leaned down to her, his cold occular orbs staring straight through hers. "You lie. Now, tell me where my lord is." Rarity fumbled in her coat, and pulled out a vial of ash. "You wanted me to prove it? Here!" she said, pulling the vial into Kha'zix's view. "Here he is. I keep a part of him close to me at all times, because I'm still getting over losing him." She waved the vial in his face, before shouting. "He's dead!" Kha'zix stepped back for a moment, before laughing. "I don't believe you. Because there is still one left who can claim the throne. And I'm going to find them." He kicked her again, before getting up, off of her. "Now tell me. If Vladamir isn't alive, then who is his next of kin?" "He didn't have a child." Rarity said, thinking about what the nightmare before her said. Next of kin, who else could Vladamir have been with? Rarity looked down, as the beast glared at her, and she saw the vial. His ashes are all I have left of him... Her eyes widened with realization, and a determined look crossed her face as she looked up at the looming monster. Zyra. I won't tell him about Zyra. "He has no next of kin." Kha'zix leered at her. "Then who is worthy to sit on the iron throne? You, perchance?" He said, lifting her. Rarity yelped in suprise, and Rainbow dash snapped out of her fear. Bugs. Why does it have to be bugs? Rainbow thought irritatedly as she threw herself at the creature holding her friend. Kha'zix simply stepped aside, and hit her with the blunt side of his talon, sending her spiraling out of control, straight into the fountain. With the whimpering pony under his arm, Kha'zix pushed the large red doors to the inner sanctum open, revealing a vast complex, quite similar to the old Japamare's temples. At the far end, overlooking the entire room, sat a spiked iron throne. Kha'zix leapt over the chamber, and landed just before the chair. Up close, the throne was even more intimidating than from afar. The dark metal which the throne was made of was a near black color, and seemed like something that would have been pulled from a nightmare. Without any seeming realism, the shadowy color seemed to pull the ambient light into it, darkening the entire area around it, ever so slightly. The shape of the throne was ornate, but without any real details. But the spikes made the alien ornateness look evil. The spines had a cruel, torturous look to them, as many were only long enough to poke through the skin, but not really tear anything apart. None would travel through the body, that's for certain. Kha'zix lifted the struggling mare above him, and positioned her above the spiny seat and back rest. "Remember, it's only torture if you can survive." He whispered to her as he set her down onto the menacing spikes. She screamed in agony as the pierced her skin, poking her like a pin-cushion. She could feel it as some spikes tore smaller blood vessels, her blood dripping down some of the spikes and draining into channels on the chair. Fueled by some sort of dark magic, the blood flowed around in the chair, filling the ornate designs with a red inlay of blood. It would have been a thing of grotesque beauty, had the color not been flowing out of her body. She screamed again, weakening with each few moments as more red piled onto the seat. "Shame. A lady for the throne would have been nice." Kha'zix murmured, before turning away from the dying pony. His face soon met the floor, having been kicked there by a light blue hoof. "Stay away from my friends." Rainbow Dash growled, before pulling Rarity off the bloody chair. Wasting no time, Rainbow flew out of the temple as fast as she could, occasionally dipping beneath the snow-line to cool Rarity off and slow the bleeding. But Rainbow had no idea how to treat wounds. Especially none like this. Gotta get her home. Gotta get help. Rainbow thought, her wings pounding behind her. -+-+-+-+-+- Lotus looked at the monstrosity before her, expression baffled. It was like the nightmare hybrid between her beloved flowers and the trees of the Everfree forest, what with all the vines whipping around. One particularly pale vine kept trying to creep up her back, but she didn't trust it to be any good, so she continued to brush it off of her spine. The red bulb at the center was centered in her mind. "Do you know why she is so agitated lately?" The purple unicorn beside her asked. "Even with all the research that I could do, I couldn't find anything. That's why I called in an expert." She said with a smile. "SHE?" Lotus asked incredulously. "That thing is intelligent?" Twilight only nodded, and Lotus sighed in frustration. "It looks like Blightpetal, but I'd need to get in there to be sure." The leafy-green earth pony replied. She gingerly stepped forward, and, finding herself not crushed or eaten yet, she began to walk forward. She pushed deeper, dodging the flailing vines, nearing her target. The enourmous, gorgeous bulb in the center taunted her. She knew each and every species of lotus, but this one was unique. Special. There was no other like it, in all of recorded botanical and mythological history. Lotus deftly evaded a pushing vine, leaping forward and diving under a sweeper. It was like she was a little filly again, dodging all the little moving things on the playground. She jumped again, this time over a wall made of the creeping vines, and turned to see how far she had gotten. It was roughly five feet. "This is gonna take a while." She muttered to herself before turning forward again. A vine came swooping down, which she narrowly evaded by rolling beneath a different vine. Thankfully, she realized that the plant in whole was smaller than she had hypothesized. She was almost within reach of the bulb. She reached out to steady herself, when she found her vision begin to darken. In a panic, she turned to see the persistant white vine taking root in her spine. It was right about then that she screamed, and shook wildly, hoping to dislodge the vine. She reached back, nearly blind now, and ripped the vine from her back. A sickening pop came out, and Lotus's vision returned. She looked at her back, which caused her face to shift from victory to horror. The vine had been stripped away, but there were a few roots laid in her back, which were incredibly sensitive. When she poked at one, one of her legs shot out, kicking a nearby root. "That can't be good." She murmured before continuing forward. She had made it. Her prize, the bulb which tempted her lay before her, and she gently began to peel her way to the center. Layer by layer, lotus petals the size of ponies fell to her. She smirked as the petals became fresher, whiter with youth. But her smile of sucess drooped away. The petals didn't have blightpetal, and no other signs of distress could be seen. She carefully began forward, before her legs collapsed under her. She looked up angrilly, and she saw the white vine, manipulating the roots in her spine. The vine lay back down, once again rooting on her spine, and now it took complete motor control. She wanted to scream, but no sound escaped her lips. She could only watch in horror as the darkness swirled around her eyes, and a pervasive silence struck her ears. Out of the darkness, a metaphysical beam of illumination struck her mind like a spear. It almost fealt like the worse headache you've ever had, save for the fact that it also brought a lightness with it, as if the pain was more of a pleasure. It plowed through her memories like a sledgehammer, bashing its way through anything stopping it. Then, as abruptly as it struck, the sensation vanished, and she could feel the mind of another. Zyra! Lotus could "hear" Twilight scolding somepony. You don't just paralyze somepony like that. I told you I was bringing in an expert to diagnose your condition. I never agreed to this! Came a much quieter rebuttal. But you said you weren't feeling well. Lotus here knows all about lotuses. That's why it's her name. Do I look like a lotus to you? Gah! What would you know? Nothing! You know nothing about me! Zyra's voice grew steadily louder, until it was booming with pent-up anger. I am nothing like the simple plants she studies! We may look alike, but that's all you ponies do: label others. Whatever doesn't fit in your happy little world has to go away. I've heard of it! And you can't deny it. What of the changelings, huh? They're different, so they have to go! And how about Vladamir? Lotus could feel Twilight's cringing at each passing point. You should have asked Rarity about him more than you did. Just because you saw him manipulating blood, that makes him evil? What else had he done before that point to make you distrust him? Nothing! All because of a stupid label, Haemeomage! Bah! Lotus and Twilight could feel something, at the edge of their minds. A sort of burning fury, which brought with it a chilled malice. With open, unseeing eyes, they saw the blackness become stained with something... red. It was color in the form of emotion. Zyra! Twilight snapped. Zyra paused in her diatribe for a moment, cooling down suprisingly fast. The red tint left, and soon they could feel the pressure release. I'm... I'm so sorry. I don't... I don't know what came over me. Zyra said, withdrawing further. It was like the incident with Diamond Tiara... She whimpered, voice quivering. Well... It's alright now. At least you didn't thow us. Twilight responded, laughing nervously. What's wrong, Zyra? Something is bothering you, and I want to help. I... I... I don't want to say. Zyra replied. It's a foalish desire, nothing more. It isn't like I'll ever achieve it, so I should just try to forget it. Wait, what was it? Twilight asked, before she heard the distinctive pop and her vision returned. Shaking her head, Twilight looked beside her to see Lotus, sleeping soundly. "Well, might as well make you comfortable." Twilight murmured as she lifted Lotus in her telekinetic aura. -+-+-+-+-+- A loud pounding at the door roused Twilight from her quick nap. She looked down to find a nice, face-shaped impression in the pages of the book she had been reading. Thankfully I didn't drool, Twilight thought with a smile. She quickly trotted downstairs, calling "Coming!" each time the knocking came. Before Twilight was on the ground level, Zyra reached out and opened the door for her, and a light blue blur slammed into Twilight, knocking her down the remaining few stairs. "Twilight!" Rainbow dash panted. "You won't believe what just happened Rarity's been hurt and there's no time to explain I took her to the hospital but they said it's looking bleak and she wanted us all to be there so we need to go right now!" Rainbow barrelled through the sentance, panting slightly the whole time as her lungs tried to catch up with her. "Rainbow, calm down. If Rarity's been injured, Zyra needs to know. Rarity is her only family, you know." Twilight said, poking Rainbow softly. "Alright but hurry because we don't know how much longer she'll be awake and she wants to see us all before anything bad happens so I'm going to go get the others and please for the love of Celestia hurry!" Rainbow's mouth moved almost as fast as her body as she dashed off, heading in the general direction of Sweet Apple Acres. Twilight pulled up next to Zyra, who laid her pasty white tendril along Twilight's spine. Zyra, I have some bad news. Twilight began, before the piercing light lanced into her mind, telling Zyra everything in a moment. Zyra's voice was determined, and louder than normal. Take me to her. She commanded. -+-+-+-+-+- "Ah. It's good to see you all." Rarity whispered weakly to the assembled group. "I didn't expect things to get this bad, that's for certain." She said, laughing slightly before choking back a cough. She cleared her throat, and smiled. "At least I prepared. There is a vault beneath my home, buried beneath doormat. The combination is 3, 12, 99: Sweetie Belle's birthday." Rarity sat up and looked around. "Is Zyra here? I can't see her." As if on que, The thin white vine creeped up through the window, prompting a smile from Rarity, and a shiver from the majority of the others. The vine effortlessly snapped into place on her spine, and Rarity's vision darkened. Zyra. I just wanted to say Enough. Zyra interrupted. You arent going to die on me today. Rarity could feel a sensation of weightlessness, and soft sounds, similar to the voices of her friends. Zyra, what's going on? Rarity asked, fear creeping into the back of her mind. Nothing much, Zyra lied. In reality, a lot was going on. After the pale tendril had crept in, and the groups' guard was down, Zyra had lashed in with two of her thicker, main vines, and wrapped around Rarity, pulling her through the open window. The group, once removed from their stupor, had shouted their protests, but the shock rooted them to the floor, unable to move as Zyra drew her farther away from the window. Rainbow had lept out, just to be stopped by a new mass of tendrils. The lot of them rushed to the window and watched with shock as Zyra pulled Rarity into the large lotus bloom in her center. Rarity smiled as the soft warmth ran along her fur, then frowned in confusion, realizing she hadn't felt this before. Zyra, Rarity asked, Where am I? With me. Safe. Zyra cooed, cradling rarity inside her bulb. The soft rocking motion of Zyra holding the others off was comforting to Rarity, who began to feel sleepy. Zyra... I wanted to say goodbye. Rarity said, her mind slowing as sleep began infiltrating her mind. I'll see you in the morning, Rarity. Zyra comforted, before laying Rarity down on the inside of the bulb. Zyra felt Rarity's mind slip into sleep, and Zyra focused. You will see the light of dawn, Rarity. You will. Zyra reassured, not sure who she was comforting. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity felt an etheral light grace her eyelids, and she smiled. Peace, She thought. A soft, feminine voice called out to her. "Hello, Rarity. I'm afraid to tell you that you are dead." Rarity opened her eyes to see a pale tan pegasus, dressed in a simple white robe, with a golden laurel, not unlike the one she had designed for Rainbow Dash's gala dress. "I know darling." Rarity said. The angel smiled back, her golden eyes glimmering. "My name is Pennance. When I walked the streets of Canterlot, I was a judge. Often called, the fairest of the fair, I made sure that each decision I made, no matter how big or small, was done fairly. Thus I earned my place here, as the gatekeeper for souls. All I have to do is weigh your soul, and I will tell you where your destiny lies." Pennance smiled, and reached out a hoof. She grabbed a tiny, glimmering light floating beside Rarity's head. The spark was put on a traditional two balance scale, which it floated above, yet clearly imparted some weight. Pennance reached into her robe, and withdrew a glowing pink spark. "First, we weigh lust." Pennance said, dropping the pink spark on the empty side, which immediately plummeted. "Good. Good." Pennance stated, withdrawing the pink spark. Then, she pulled a green one. "Envy next." The moment the spark touched the scale, the scale's tray snapped off, falling through the cloud they were standing on. "Oh my," Rarity said, looking over the edge and watching it fall into the darkness. "I'm terribly sorry about that!" She stated again, turning back to see Pennance laughing. "It's fine. I always have a spare scale for special cases, like yours," Pennance said with a smile. She pulled another scale up, but a frown crossed her face. She pointed a hoof at Rarity, who looked down at her body. Wrapping around her, but not yet touching her, was a large, green tendril. Just as she realized she might be in danger, the tendril clamped down, and yanked her off the cloud, pulling her into the darkness. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity awoke to darkness. She could feel a stiffness that had saturated her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move anything. A general feeling a panic pervaded her mind, and she began flailing at the walls of her mental prison. To her suprise, she heard a loud ouch, and immediately calmed down. Help! She called, I can't do anything! A new voice, dark and brooding sounded. Really! Another mind to fill up your mind? Are you insane? When there was no response, the voice let out an aggrivated sigh. She still can't hear me. Fine. I can wait. Until then, there is always you to torment. The voice said, and Rarity could feel a burning gaze fall on her. Suddenly, the voice screamed. You! It shouted, the voice oozing with anger. It was you! All along! You! You you you you youyouyou! Rarity could feel a seething hatred drip from the voice, and her mind's eye characterized it as a spike-toothed maw, dripping red droplets of loathing. Excuse me, but I don't believe we've met before. What did I do to make you hate me? Rarity asked, trying to disguise her fear with bravery. Excuse me, but I think we have! The voice shouted. Do you not remember annihilating me? Toyed the voice. Vlad! Rarity shouted, her mind brightening. Oh, how I thought I had lost you! Where are we? How have you been! Oh Enough! The voice cried. No, I am not that pitiful, disgraceful whelp Vladamir. I am the more powerful, guiding force. Perhaps you would better remember me with my dark armor? A flash of memory hit Rarity, a memory of her being thrown across the room, her looking up at the observer with fear and confusion. Her own memory of the incident flashed, showing the darkly armored Vladamir smirking down at her. Realization surged through her, and the voice laughed wickedly. Yes. The voice whispered, chuckling. Me. Author's Note Three thousand word update. done in four days. I think I've got it back. BloomingZyra! Help Me! Rarity cried out into the darkness. She can't hear you. The voice mocked. So the least you could do is to silence yourself. Sweet lord below! Rarity screamed. It wasn't a plea, or something spawned from fear. It was a primal scream, beyond emotion or logic. I can't stand it! She shouted, forcing the other back slightly. I've had enough! I died! I was being judged! I didn't ask to be pulled from heaven, to be stuck in here with YOU! She screamed, forcing it back again. Apparently, the colt who said "There is nothing worse than a mare's scorn," had never met one who was desparate and angry. The voice said, cracking a quick, cruel laugh. Maybe you didn't want to be here. But don't worry. "Zyra" is much weaker than poor old vlad, and as such, soon she will be in here with you, and I will be out there, doing what I should have done. Painting the world red with the blood of my foes! Rarity felt a strange sense of calm wash over her as he spoke, and a quick reassuring nudge. She heard a faint whisper as he spoke, which told her He may be right, but I have a plan. Rarity smiled, and patiently waited for him to finish his tirade, before speaking up. Well, if you're so high and mightly, then why don't you get up and do something? She goaded. You know what I think? I think you're nothing. Just an old, toothless diamond dog with a loud bark! Rarity could feel a pressure. You dare insult ME? The pressure swelled, and Rarity could swear she saw red, even though she couldn't see. You, a petty, worthless, false posh, unicorn harlot am saying that I, the most powerful spirit to have existed since the reign of the elementals, am WEAK? You have not yet witnessed true strength, my little she-devil. Just you wait. I'm practically dying with anticipation. Oh wait, she added, gasping slightly. I already did. Rarity broke into laughter over her own, terrible joke, and she felt the pressure rise again. Enough! I will show you, even though you are obviously goading me. He said, and Rarity could swear she could feel a smirk. With a loud crack, and a flash of light, the voice shattered the darkness, and all was replaced by a blinding white. Rarity could feel a crawling sensation on her legs, as if tens of vines were writhing beneath her projected legs. You wanted control, Red? Zyra said defiantly. Fine! Take it. I hope your mind can comprehend what is happening. Rarity, stay in the white. Those areas are places I still hold. The white became stained a blood red, and the voice laughed as the red began to spread throught the light. So willing, so eager. Let me show you... Wait. Where are the eyes? His laugh was cut short with his realization. Are they within the tiny area you are still holding? He asked, turning his attention to the insignificant point where Rarity was standing. Before either of them realized it, the whiteness became a hole, which Rarity fell into. Taking a moment to realize there may be more to this body, Red dived for the hole, only to have it seal off in front of him. With a scream of frustration, he pounded on the patch, trying his hardest to tear down the door. Meanwhile, Rarity was running as fast as she could down the spiraling tunnel, not quite certain of Zyra's plan. Just keep running. Everything will be fine. Zyra reassured. Just don't look back. Of course, how can one not look back, and as such, Rarity saw that the tunnel was going dark behind her. Zyra! What's happening? Rarity asked in a panic, speeding up to escape the darkness. I cut off the connection as we left. The approaching darkness is the vine slowly dying behind us. Just keep running, we're almost there. Zyra said weakly, the whiteness flickering. Just keep running. Rarity did as she was told, and she rushed ahead, diving into another hole in the path. Where are we going, Zyra? Rarity asked, turning at another bend in the tunnel. Just a little further. Zyra repeated, focused on getting Rarity to her destination. Almost there. Rarity finally found a doorway, which seemed odd, in the tunnel of pure white. The old, oaken door sat on rusting hinges, connecting it to the chisled stone blocks which formed the frame. But what really stood off was the fact that the door, and all attatched, had color. Quick, quick, get inside. With a touch of hesitancy, Rarity opened the door and stepped in, just as the blinding whiteness died. Zyra, where are we? she asked, worried about the blur of colors out here. We are in our new body. One I had to make a few... repairs to. Zyra stated, chuckling lightly. -+-+-+-+-+- The five friends looked at the large, writhing plant with concern. "How do you think Zyra will take the news?" Rainbow asked Fluttershy, who simply shrugged. They returned their attentions to Zyra, before they heard a scream come from within. It is a scream they never expected to hear. Particularly because she didn't have vocal chords. "Was that...?" Applejack asked, and Twilight nodded. "Zyra just screamed." Twilight stated, shocked for a moment. Then, something shook her mind from the binds of shock, and she leapt forward. "Come on, girls! We have a friend in need." She called, using her magic to plow her way to the center. Her friends took a moment, then shook out of their stupor and followed Twilight in. They forced their way to the bulb, rushing past eerily still vines, and smashing into the bulb, trying to push their way inside. They slammed into it again, and again, trying to break inside, when they suddenly felt a pulse of pressure from within. Twilight focused, and formed a blade with her aura. "Stand back!" She called, and sliced into the petals. With a clean swing, the blade carved through the fiberous petals, and sliced some away, providing a nice, simple path. And out stepped... Rarity. But not exactly Rarity. The pony that stepped out was definately once Rarity, but now she looked... Plantlike. Along her spine ran a vine, bustling with leaves and thorns, and growing right between her right ear and her head was a beautiful red rose. She had a more prominent blush, and her sides seemed a little greener, as if she was always under a weak green spotlight. "R...Rarity?" Asked a stunned Twilight, shocked to see her friend on all fours again. The mare looked Twilight up and down, apparently thinking about something, before collapsing to the ground and covering her eyes with her hooves. "Oh Twilight," She said, in a voice oh so much like a certain dark princess, but like said princess was talking through warbling lips. "Make it stop. Please make it stop." Author's Note I know what most of you are thinking: "Oh, author. Such a long wait, and now only a short chapter? What's the big deal." Well, I'll tell you. My weekends have been slammed full, and they will continue to be so for an unfortunately long time, as have my afternoons. Some kind of karma is catching up with me, although I have no idea what I did to deserve this... Maybe it was the stuff I didn't do, rather. I don't know... As always, have a good day, my friends.
SeedlingHeat. That was the first thing it had felt. An unbearable heat, when it was but an insignificant speck. Then, comfort. Like a wonderful embrace. Cold, soft, inviting. After so long, if finally had the strength to grow. It reached out, into the dust, and found nutrients. So it reached farther, embracing all that it could touch, all that it could reach. It would have been happy to remain hidden by the darkness which enveloped it. But then it felt the wall. The wall was an unseen force, which held it's home hostage. It had reached about, farther into the darkness, and found that this force surrounded it's home. So it lashed out, and found that this wall was also too strong to be broken. That is when it felt the call. It felt something calling it upwards, a direction that it never needed to travel. So it crawled up, through the cloying darkness. And into warmth. Not the painful burning of before, but a soft, comforting warmth. It felt joy, a pure unbridled happiness. Nothing could end it's joy. And to show the pure bliss it experienced, it decided to put on a magnificent display, for any who could see through the darkness. Although it couldn't appraise it's own beauty, it knew deep down that what it had made was a miracle. Time meant nothing, to this being. It had no means to measure it, its sole purpose was to exist. It felt as if it alone existed, so it is an understatement to say that it was surprised when it felt the presence of another. It was ecstatic at the chance to show off how happy it was, so it opened itself to the world, as if to say "Hello! Look at my joy, and be happy!" Little did it know that it actually had brought a little joy to the new being. -+-+-+-+-+- "What's this?" Rarity wondered aloud, looking at the new sproutling. The petals pulsed with a red glow, and almost seemed to sway, if such a thing were possible. "Hello there. My my, are you pretty." She said, moving closer to look at it better. Oh! The poor darling must be dying of thirst, flashed through Rarity's mind, and she quickly rushed from the room. -+-+-+-+-+- The lotus couldn't comprehend it. The being was there one moment, radiating happiness, when suddenly it left, displaying large amounts of worry. was the being afraid that it would hurt her? Confused, hurt, it coiled it's display away, bundling it up to protect itself from whatever came next. It felt like an eternity, but soon the being returned. It opened itself up again, but much more reluctantly. It didn't want to scare her away again. Then, it felt a nice cool touch of flowing might, coming from the being. Joy pulsed through it again, and then a new thought came to it. Maybe the being wasn't scared for itself, but instead for me It thought. Feeling the new found strength that this being had brought, it decided that an embrace was in order. A sign of comfort, a desire to be known. It grew, reaching out for the now happy being. But as it reached out, a pulse of sheer terror poured from the being, and it pulled back, terrified of being left alone again. Confusion came now, quickly followed by intrigue. It reached out again, this time slowly, and the being remained as calm as possible. Overjoyed, It reached out and flowed over and around its new friend. Five branching objects coming off of a central hub, with a soft sheath. A sixth projection, made of the same softener, came from the far end, and a similar projection came from the fifth branch. This fifth branch was also the center of these emotional projections, and so it completely engulfed this bulb. Then, their minds met. This experience was world shaking for it, as it began to know who this being was on an incredibly intimate level. Nothing was able to be hidden from it, and it rapidly grew to love it's new friend, and so poured joy and happiness into her mind. Then, it heard a direct attempt to talk. Hello? Came the thought. It was still flipping through memories, and didn't quite know language yet. So it did it's best to convey what it meant. So it sent calm and joy back, hoping the being would understand. Aha! It found language, and felt a tinge more joy. Now, the two could actually understand each other. Who are you? What do you want? Came the voice again. Company. It replied simply. You're company? She asked. No, but I don't want to be alone. It replied. A wave of understanding rippled from her. Ah, I see. But darling, I still don't have anything to call you. It searched through her memories for names, and the first one that came to mind was a "Lyra." But it couldn't just steal her name. Just a simple change would work. Zyra. I am Zyra. She seemed to ponder this for a moment. Zyra is a beautiful name, darling. I am Rarity. She finally said. And Zyra was happy.
Sapling"What is it that was so important again, Rarity?" Twilight asked her friend, who had dragged her out of a very important test in order to show her... something. "You just won't believe it! I didn't at first, but then we met and... Ooh, you'll just love her!" Rarity raced ahead, as if whatever was waiting couldn't wait a little longer. Twilight raised an eyebrow, but kept pace. "Her? Is it a new pet, or a new pony?" Twilight asked tentatively. Rarity hushed her, and then gave her a wink, which drew an exasperated sigh from Twilight. Finally, after this mad dash across Ponyville, they finally stood before the Carousel Boutique. Rarity looked around before opening the door, and pulled Twilight in before quickly shutting the door. Rarity flicked the lights on, momentarilly blinding Twilight. Twilight blinked rapidly, clearing her vision. What she saw was certainly disturbing. An oversized blood-colored lotus flower sat growing out of a tiny grey jar. Also rising from the small jar were vines that seemed to be actively seeking out Rarity. "Rarity, look out!" Twilight called out, using her telekinesis to slash at the vines enclosing her friend. At the harsh touch of her telekinesis, the vines retracted enourmously, retreating as fast as they could, and they formed a protective wall around the lotus flower, which had now closed up, as if it were night. Twilight grabbed Rarity and pulled her back, but found her friend rushing towards the wall as soon as her magic had released her. "How could you do that to her?" Rarity asked, as if Twilight had just struck her child. Twilight took a step back, raising an eyebrow. "Her? It's a plant, Rarity. And a dangerous looking one as well!" She retorted, but Rarity was ignoring her. She was rubbing and patting the wall softly, causing the vines to loosen up a bit, and eventually begin snaking their way across her body. Rarity giggled a bit, and Twilight felt a shudder of revulsion. But what came next drew Twilight to scream. A long, off color vine snaked its way up Rarity's spine, stopping at the base of the skull. Then, like watching a tree grow at incredible speeds, small, root-like projections shot downward into her spine, sending a shiver to course through her body. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity heard Twilight's scream, and felt Zyra recoil in terror. She's just as afraid of you as you are her. Rarity tried to comfort her. Zyra, bless her heart, had never experienced the sense of sound, or most senses for that matter. Color was lost to her, as was taste and smell. She hurt us. We are scared. What did we do wrong? Zyra asked her. Nothing, darling. She is afraid that you were trying to harm me. Let me go speak with her. Rarity replied. She felt Zyra's reluctance to let go, but a stern push of determination motivated her to let go. As Rarity felt Zyra's mind grow colder and more distant, she added, I will be back. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity shook her head to clear her thoughts, and turned to find Twilight. Twilight, bless her, had fainted. Well, this will make it easier to draw her over, Rarity thought with a smile. Using her magic, she drug Twilight over to Zyra, and guided the connection vine over Twilight's spine. Like the good flower she is, Zyra extended a second connection vine for Rarity, who welcomed it on her back. -+-+-+-+-+- Darkness. That was the first thing Twilight noticed, was complete and utter darkness. She felt some hard, unrelenting force on her back, and the image of Rarity with that strange vine on her back flashed into her mind. She screamed again, but found that it sounded more like a resounding echo rather than actually coming from her. Ah, you're awake darling. You wouldn't come meet Zyra, so I had to find a new way to get you in. Fortunately, you had fallen unconcious, so I had to drag you over and plug you in myself. came a voice in her head, which sounded suspiciously like Rarity. Also, just... "project your thoughts." Don't actually speak, because you can't hear yourself in here. Unless, of course, somepony else hears it and feeds it into the mind. So, is this what you wanted to show me? Twilight asked sardonically. Clop clop clop. Can I go home now? A short laugh came from Rarity. Of course not, darling. You haven't even met Zyra yet. Zyra? Come out and talk to Twilight. Twilight felt a tentative mind brush her own. A pulse of calm, then a wave of happiness, followed by more calm, barraged her mind. Twilight heard Rarity scolding the new mind. Now now Zyra. I tought you language so you could use it when you met other ponies. Use your words. The mind came back to the fold. It stayed silent, but began pushing against her defenses. After a while of futile attacks, the mind pulled back, and a ripple of relaxation forced itself on her. Zyra pushed again, trying to break through her mental defenses, but failed again as well. Zyra pulled back away yet again, and a wave of dissappointment rolled over Twilight. She suddenly felt Rarity's mind wrenched away, seperating her utterly from the two of them. After what felt like forever (But seemed to only take a few minutes), the two minds returned, Zyra once again pushing down on her defences, but Rarity seemed to be supporting it. Twilight, came Rarity's voice, I know it must be hard, but let Zyra in. All she does is flip through your memories, which helps her understand you. She is so afraid of making a mistake in meeting new ponies that she won't open up unless the others do to. Besides, once she's in, she makes you feel better while she searches. If Twilight had a hoof, it would be at her chin right now. I guess that I might... Twilight began, but was interrupted by an echoing sound. A resounding crash sounded through the darkness, and Twilight felt Zyra tremble with fear. Like a filly, Twilight suddenly thought, before they all heard something they hoped they wouldn't hear next. "Hey are you two alright? I heard Twilight scream and... What the buck?" Came the voice of their very brash friend, Rainbow Dash. Her voice echoed through their minds, and Zyra was once again quivering in fear, but a wave of reassurance from Rarity calmed her down. "Let go of them, you monster." Came their friend's voice again. Zyra's mind pulsed, and Twilight felt everything move, yet couldn't move herself. Zyra, what did you do with my body? Twilight demanded. A pulse of calm, then comfort came from Zyra. She says it's safe, darling. Came Rarity's reassuring thought. And I just came up with the most splendid idea! Zyra? You need to let me go. I'll calm down Rainbow, you two get yourselves acquainted. Twilight felt Rarity's mind fade, and heard a strange popping sound, and then she was gone. Zyra's tendrils inquisitively poked at Twilight's mind, and she mentally sighed. Let's get this over with. She resigned. -+-+-+-+-+- As Rarity's vision cleared from the black haze, she came to see the wall of green. She poked at it, and Zyra flinched for a moment, before opening a doorway for her. Once Rarity stepped out, Rainbow Dash tackled her, saying, "I got ya. You're safe now." Rarity laughed. "Really? What was I in danger from?" Rarity asked with a toss of her mane. "I know you musn't be speaking of Zyra? She wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone us." Rainbow Dash hovered there, mouth agape. "Well, now you've gone and ruined the surprise. I was going to introduce Fluttershy next, but since you're here, I'll have you two meet." A knocking came from the door, followed by the voice of a certian orange earth pony mare. "Everythin alright in there, Dash?" Rainbow Dash gave Rarity a guilty smile, who promptly facehoofed. The door opened, and Rarity quickly flipped the lights off. "What the hay?" Applejack exclaimed as she stepped inside. "Now look what you two have done! You almost ruined the surprise." Rarity scolded. "Now, I'm going to have introduce you both to her early." Rarity flicked the lights back on, the plant holding it's distance. She stepped forward, pulling her friends closer with her telekinesis. "Isn't she gorgeous?" Rarity asked, starry eyed. Applejack looked at the wall of vines in confusion, and Rainbow shook her head. "Uhh... It's... green." Applejack stammered. "It's eating Twilight." Rainbow Dash interjected. "Rainbow Dash! I never expected something so ignorant from you!" Rarity shot her an icy glare. "Right now, they are probably having a pleasant chat." Rarity added nonchalantly, pulling the two up to Zyra. The tentacle-like vines reached out gingerly, Rarity wiilingly stepping onto one, the other two beckoning them to draw closer. "Now now, don't want to keep her waiting." Rarity added, a sultry look on her face. "Well... I don't know..." Applejack sat there, thinking hard, and while they were distracted, Zyra reached around and grabbed both of them. "Hey!" Appljack cried out, flailing in confusion at being lifted up. A pair of pale tendrills neared them, and Rarity smiled. "Relax. Zyra won't hurt anything." Rarity said as their vision darkened, before they were beset by feelings of happiness and calm. -+-+-+-+-+- Applejack shook her head, yet her vision remained black. Welcome to Zyra, girls. Came the reassuring voice of Twilight Sparkle. Dont speak, think "Out loud." Saying something produces a pretty freaky effect and scares Zyra Like this? Came Rainbow Dash's thought. Percisely. Replied Twilight. So... Why did Rarity trick us in here? Applejack asked warily. To meet Zyra. Twilight responded hastilly. Yes, they are comfortable. Yes, I think you can meet them. No, they don't have mental shielding. Twilight thought aloud. Uhhh... Twi? Who are ya talkin to? Applejack asked warily. A new mind entered the fray, answering Applejack's question. Me, It said timidly. This is going to be interesting... Isn't it? Applejack asked nopony.
Getting to her RootsA loud crash, and the sound of shattering glass drew Rarity's attention upstairs. "Zyra?" She called out inquisitively, shaking her head afterward. She can't hear, what's the point of saying anything? Rarity thought frustratedly. Carefully, she walked up the stairs, and heard a second thud. Tiptoeing past her sister's room, she pulled open the door concealing Zyra. The lights were turned off, and so when she flicked them on, what she saw made her gasp. There lay poor old Zyra, fallen off of the table the jar rested on, her small pot smashed on the ground. Zyra was trying to lift her mass off the ground, using her vines as rudimentary legs. Her lotus pivoted towards Rarity, the thin white connector vine weakly stretching out. Rarity stepped forward, nuzzling the vine. Her vision went dark, and she was immediately besieged by a horrid mental shriek. The wail made Rarity cringe, as it reached a crescendo of pain. Zyra! Rarity called out. Calm down! I'm going to help you, but I need you to calm down so I can think of a way. The unearthly wail subsided to a long series of quiet sobs. Rarity thought hard, rationalizing the situation. I can't lift her, but there is no time to get somepony who can. Zyra's growing weaker steadily, and the pain is roaring through her. Rarity cocked her metaphysical head, perplexed by the situation. Suddenly, she felt Zyra pull a particular memory from Rarity's mind. It was a nice, heartwarming scene, where fluttershy had volunteered at the old-ponies home. Fluttershy was leading an old, blind mare who could barely stand, re-teaching her how to walk as they walked outside so she could feel the sunlight one last time. It had brought tears to her eyes, how adorable the scene was. But why would Zyra show me... Rarity thought before it hit her. Zyra's mind pulled away from Rarity’s as the pale tendril pulled off of her, and Rarity smiled. "As Pinkie would say, just put one hoof in front of the other..." Rarity mused as she reached out for Zyra. -+-+-+-+-+- Of all the obstacles, the stairs had been the worst. Zyra slid down the entire flight of stairs, landing with a rough thud on the main floor. The rest of the walk outside was uneventful, aside from the few odd looks shot Rarity's way. Soon, Zyra was rooting again, sliding them deeper and deeper into the ground. Zyra snuggled to the ground contentedly, and after a few moments, the white tendril revealed itself, snaking towards Rarity. Rarity could only smile as she allowed the vine to snake onto her back. Rarity shut her eyes, and poked around for Zyra's mind. She finally felt the wave of calm, signifying that Zyra was now feeling safe in the ground. Rarity smiled, and was about to begin a wonderful chat, when she had the sudden sensation of movement, along with the feeling of a new, confused and screaming mind being thrown into the fray. Zyra... what did I tell you about grabbing strangers? Rarity asked slowly. Soon, the screaming subsided. Uh... Hi? Came the tentative voice of the local ditzy mailmare, Derpy Hooves. Am I dead? No, darling, you're not dead. Rarity politely stated. Derpy, this is Zyra. The big plant? Derpy asked, confusedly. Yes dear. Uh... Hi? Hello there. Zyra responded. A pleasure. I know you from Rarity's memories. You always seemed like such a sweet dear. Tell me, have you got something for my nurturer here? Uhuh. Derpy said happily. Rarity felt a wave of pride from Zyra, followed by, I'd love to get to know you, Derpy. Come back later and we can talk. Okay. Derpy replied, before they heard the distinct popping sound of being disconnected. Soon, their eyesight returned, and Rarity saw Derpy standing there, holding a letter. "So, what have I got today?" Rarity asked inquisitively. "A... Uh... Will! I... oh... I'm sorry about your loss." Derpy said, her expression going from happy to sad over the few moments it took her to process what she had said. "Who...?" Rarity began, before realizing who it was from. "Oh, It's fine." She said, her voice growing sad. "There was nothing we could have done about it. Thank you for your concern." Derpy handed her the envelope, before her mood brightened. "By the way, I finished fixing your mailbag the other day. Here, let me go get it for you." Rarity said, ducking inside to grab the bag. "Bag... Bag..." She muttered looking around to try and find the mailmare's bag. "Aha!" She exclaimed as she found it. "Here we are!" she announced as she stepped outside, a smile on her face. When she looked towards Derpy, she saw that she was reconnected to Zyra. Rarity let out a sigh, before walking over and allowing the vine to creep down her back. Ah! Rarity! I heard the bad news. Who passed away? Zyra asked, as soon as Rarity was all the way in. I'll tell you later, but first, can you let Derpy out? She has things she needs to be doing. Rarity replied sternly. Of course... Zyra said reluctantly, and Rarity heard the signifying pop of disconnection. "Oh Derpy?" Rarity called, drawing the gray mare's attention. "Here is your bag. Oh, and there is a little surprise for you inside." Rarity said with a smile as she handed the mailmare her bag. "Oh boy oh boy oh boy." Derpy said as she took the bag. A loud gasp rang out as Derpy removed the fresh muffin from within, before she gave Rarity a crushing hug. "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" She said. "It was... Nothing." Rarity said between gasps for air. "Darling I... can't breath." "Oh, sorry." Derpy said, releasing the fashionista. "Well, it was fun. Tell Zyra I'll be back." Rarity nodded, gently rubbing her throat. "Goodbye." Rarity said as Derpy flew off. Turning, Rarity frowned, thinking about the will. Zyra reached for her, but Rarity gently turned her down. Walking inside, Rarity opened the envelope, to find a paper written in red ink, with a unique penmanship. "Knowing Vlad, it probably is in blood." she muttered to herself as she began to read the paper. "If you are reading this, then I, Vladamir, have finally died. If I have a successor, then you will already know how my will be done. If, for some ghastly reason, I should not find a successor, then whoever was my caretaker shall be the one who shall inherit everything. This includes 400 acres of desolate mountain, one ancient temple, 20'000 bits stored in my bank of Equestria account (User number: 666, passphrase: 999), and my body, whatever is left of it. Best of luck, and remember: I never truly die." At this, the paper transformed into a story of his life, detailing his time in the town, his time learning under his master, his master's death, and a few of his travels. It ended with "I now plan to settle down, but continue to protect ponies. A small town, perhaps? I've heard good things about Ponyville, maybe I'll find my one there." Rarity wiped a tear from her eye, then folded the letter and put it away. She stepped outside into the sunlight and smiled. "Goodbye, darling." she whispered to the wind. She noticed a purple shape dart behind her house, so she stowed away her dramatic break for later. She turned to see Twilight connected to Zyra, who was waving about agitatedly. Rarity stepped forward, and Zyra lashed out, wrapping around her. The white vine snaked its way down her spine. Oh boy, was all that Rarity thought before she entered Zyra. In the collective, it was surprisingly peaceful. Rarity? Came Zyra's thought. Where did I come from? There has never been another like me, so... what am I? Now dear, you are the sweet plant that I raised, ever since she was just a bloom. Rarity said. As for where you came from, that is a long story, one that I had hoped that I wouldn't have to tell. Rarity sighed. A pop was heard, and Rarity knew Twilight had left them two alone. Best get comfortable, it isn't the happiest story. Author's Note Sorry about the delay, Weeklong vacations with no computers do happen to put a dampening on writing ability. Also, I am going to admit that this is my working semester, which means that there is a forcast of a huge homework front moving in. I don't know if I'll have time to write as much, thus these stories will have some... release delays. Again, I apologise.
A Lotus Bears No FruitTwilight watched as the white vine slowly crawled off of her friend's back. "How did she take the news?" Twilight asked as Rarity shook her head. "I told the story, and she listened. When I was done, she asked what was in the letter I got." Twilight raised an eyebrow, so Rarity continued. "It's Vladamir's will. He left me everything, because I was his last caretaker." Twilight smiled. "That was nice of him. What did you get?" Rarity smiled in return. "A fairly large amount of bits, and a large swath of property up north. Up in the mountains, where the old temple rests. Here, the will gave a location in his large monologue." She said as she stepped inside, quickly picking up the note and smiling as she read the location. "Here it is! Up in the mountains by Tramplevania!" Twilight cocked her head. "Tramplevania? Isn't that where the old Vampony legends originate?" Rarity smiled. "Funny coincidence, isn't it?" At this, the two laughed. "But seriously, Twilight. I'm thinking of visiting it. Although I'm not the adventurous type, checking out an old temple sounds like a tad bit of fun. Especially since I own it and," She paused, and looked down at the will. "Four hundred acres of desolate mountain. I know Rainbow would find it fun. Adventure and all." Suddenly, an idea hit Rarity. "Ooh! I get to design warm and fashionable new outfits! Oh, this will be so delightful!" She practically squealed, and Twilight smiled knowingly. There was no dissuading her friend from working on a new fashion. "Oh, I'll need fur and fluffing and" Twilight turned and left her friend to... whatever madness would ensue. "Oh, and Twilight?" Rarity called out the door as Twilight was walking down the street. "Could you take care of Zyra for me while I'm gone? I'd normally ask Spike, but..." She motioned with her hoof. "You understand." Twilight chuckled, and nodded her head. "Sure thing, Rarity." Twilight said with a smile. -+-+-+-+-+- This was not what Twilight had signed up for when she told Rarity that she would watch Zyra while she was out. She had thought it would be like watching her cat; Zyra would go on and do whatever it was she did. But this Zyra was needy to an extreme. It seemed that everywhere Twilight went, she could find Zyra's white vine creeping along behind her. At least Zyra was willing to learn. Although Rarity had taught her manners, Twilight gave her knowledge. Zyra voraciously learned whatever Twilight gave her, as if memory and thought was on a cellular-level, instead of organ-level. Oh wait... She is a massive plant. Of course the thoughts would go on different, she has no brain. Twilight thought as she set the quill down. She looked at the new book she had beneath her, A study of Plant Physiology, Psychology, and Arcanology, By Twilight Sparkle. At least I'm the only one who has yet to learn from a sapient plant. Twilight thought with a smile. She looked back down to her book, and picked up the quill again, before she found Zyra's tendril creeping up her back. Twilight? Came Zyra's voice as Twilight's vision dimmed. Yes Zyra? Can I ask you something? Personal? This drew Twilight's attention, and she stepped forward gingerly. What is it? Twilight asked. What is it like being a pony? Being able to see and hear, to go wherever you want, whenever you want. Zyra inquired. Twilight was taken aback. This was some pretty deep stuff, to describe something to somepony who won't ever experience it. Well, Twilight started, It's definitely different than being a plant, that's for certain. What is sight like? Well, it is definitely nice, I can tell you that. You get to know what is around you at all times, and, as a pony, I can see color, which changes what something looks like. How? Zyra interjected. Twilight excused herself, and pulled herself out. She went over to the windowsill, and grabbed her two flower pots. One was the regular brown, and one was a festive orange, since the running of the leaves was a few days ago. But they were both the same shape, both empty, yet different with color. Twilight brought them back with her, and allowed Zyra back in. Feel these two pots here? They should feel the same, right? Twilight got a wave of reassurance from Zyra, prompting her to continue. Are they different in any way? After a few moments, Zyra spoke. No, she said. That is what color is. Your mind, right now, doesn't process color from our memories, which is probably a good thing. But these two pots are different. One is brown, the same color as the dirt, and one is orange, the same color as the leaves on the trees this time of year. I bring the orange one out to celebrate a local holiday, and the brown one is the one I use for everyday use. Color helps me differentiate the pots. But why does the different color matter? Don't both pots serve the same purpose? Zyra inquired. Twilight thought about that for a moment. Well, they do both serve the same purpose, the only difference is that they look better at different times. Oh, if only Rarity could see you now... She would have a fit. Her life revolves around making fancy clothes in nice colors... Oh! I realized why color is useful! So, think about how Rarity physically feels, compared to me. We are pretty much the same, right? Zyra sat silent for a long time, before finally replying. No, She finally said flatly. Twilight was taken aback. No? How? We are both the same size, both unicorns, and, although our manes and tails are different, those are easily changed. So, what is it that tells you that we are different? Simple; posture and reaction. Rarity holds herself daintily, showing, as she puts it, "Lady-like charm." She keeps herself light, making her sway slightly, and she is accepting when something dear to her moves her. You hold yourself proud and strong, showing your royal training. You don't like it when outside forces act upon you, even if they are friendly. Every being is different, just like every mind. This color just sounds like another way to separate beings. "Oh, you can't com in because you have a purple mane," Or, "Oh, I'm sorry, Carrot Top!" Wait, Twilight interjected. How do you know Carrot Top? Zyra laughed. Oh, she came in while Rarity was working on those "Winter Expedition" suits. I pulled her to me, and told her that Rarity would be a while, she was very distracted at the moment. How did she respond? She screamed. But Rarity soon rushed in and gave me a harsh beratement about kidnapping strangers. I had to apologize, and Carrot said it was nothing. Rarity told her she would only need a few more moments, and so Carrot and I started talking. Eventually, we got on her name and how the name was to make fun of her outrageous orange hair. As I said before though, this whole color thing sounds completely unnecessary. While sight would be nice, I don't think I need this "color." That's... Incredibly mature of you. Twilight said after a pause. I wish there was a pony like you, Zyra. A sudden wave of alarm ran through Zyra, and Twilight was about to ask about it, when she heard five detached screams. Zyra shuddered, and suddenly the screaming stopped. Twilight felt her presence diminish as she felt six small minds join. "What the hay happened to us?" One, instantly recognizable filly's voice asked, voice laden with the southern accent her family shares. "Why can't I see?" Asked the voice of a particular pegasus filly, Scootaloo. "What did you three dweebs do to us?" Asked a strange, new voice. "Does anypony know if Twilight is okay?" Came the boyish voice of Spike. Everypony, stop talking! Came the thoughts of a familiar unicorn filly, Sweetie Bell. You all are scaring Zyra! "Woah, How did you do that? And why does it sound like my voice is coming from everywhere but me?" Came Scoot's voice again. Project your thoughts. Sweetie told them. Hello Zyra! I thought Rarity was going to have Fluttershy watch you. No, my dear. My good friend Twilight is watching over us. Zyra responded. Twilight was going to speak up, when she heard that same new voice talk again. "'Project our thoughts?' Sounds like a stupid trick to get us to act dumb. And you, strange voice! I demand you let us go!" A new, second voice joined the clamor. "Yeah!" Sweetie, who are these two? Zyra asked. Unfortunately, they are Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon. The two worst bullies followed us home to tease us some more. Sweetie responded, provoking a hurricane of wrath from the plant. Zyra! Calm down! You'll scare my friends. Sweetie pleaded, causing Zyra to bottle her emotions into a bubbling sea, one ready to explode at any time. Twilight sighed. Zyra, surprisingly, couldn't hide her emotions as well as most ponies. Of course, she hadn't been confined to a single, interactive body, which would have hidden them for her. Scootaloo spoke up, breaking her train of thought. "So, you're like a smart plant? Then, when you have a little sapling of your own, can I have one?" "Yes, can she have one?" Diamond Tiara said, mockingly. "I just don't get how you three wind up with the weirdest of weirdos. Let us go, you big brute." Very well. But leave this house, before I decide to throw you far away. Zyra responded coldly. There were the sounds of two distinct pops, and Twilight heard the two bullies scurry away. As she heard the footsteps quiet down, Twilight heard Spike think aloud. Now, Tell me what you did with Twilight! Zyra responded with a determined silence. Hey! Didn't you hear me? Wait, what are you doing? Get out... of my head!" Spike struggled as Zyra probed his memories, seeing just exactly who he is. After a few minutes, Spike let out a gasp, and Apple Bloom inhaled a shocked breath. Shortly after her came Scootaloo, who resisted the probe the most. Not my mind, you wont! She cried as they all felt light vibrations. Soon, the vibrations ceased, and Scootaloo began panicking. No. No, no no no. NO! She cried as Zyra pressed deeper. Stop. Please, stop. She begged, desperate. Zyra! Enough! Twilight finally shouted over the group. You can't force your will onto other ponies like that. If you do, then they won't like you. Almost immediately, Scootaloo felt the force leave her memories, just a small distance away from the... incident. Twilight! Spike cried. Oh, I was so worried! I know Spike. Zyra? Go ahead and let these four go. They are all good fillies, and they won't break anything. Right? She was answered with a resounding wave of Yes. Zyra relaxed, and let them go. Twilight then felt Zyra's mind turn to her own. Twilight, something resounded within me at what the winged one said. About having my seedling. I wondered, will I ever have a child? It was a serious problem, one that Twilight realized she had no answer to. I don't know, Zyra. I can do as much research as I can, but right now, I have no idea. Twilight answered, sighing. -+-+-+-+-+- Diamond Tiara noticed the crestfallen looks on the three blank-flanks as they entered the school the next day, and she nudged Silver Spoon, who was standing beside her. "Hey, what's up with the blank flanks?" She whispered, drawing Silver Spoon's attention. "I don't know, let's see if we can hear it, because here comes Twist." She replied, pointing at the red-maned filly coming up to the sad trio. "Hey girls! What's up?" Twist said with a smile. "Did Pinkie not give you any sweets today?" "No, she gave us more than usual." Sweetie replied, looking towards Apple Bloom. "Yeah, but we was sad before, and no amount of candy could make this problem any better." Apple Bloom agreed. "Are you sure?" Twist interjected, holding out a few more pieces of chocolate. "Yes!" Scootaloo said, knocking the candy from Twist's hand. "Zyra has a problem, and there's nothing anypony can do about it!" Diamond Tiara turned and looked at Silver Spoon, a smile crossing her face. "The big plant has a problem big enough to down those three? Hah! This oughta be good." She said, Silver Spoon nodding in agreement. "Now now, what kind of problem?" Twist asked, her eyebrows raised in confusion. "Zyra's... From out of town, and the problem is that she can't have a kid." Scootaloo said, her expression falling from anger to depression again. "She's just so nice when you get to know her, you know?" She asked, looking towards her friends, who nodded in support. "Class! Class time!" Cheerilee called from the schoolhouse door. Scootaloo rushed ahead on in, as if getting there faster would make the day shorter. Apple Bloom and Sweetie stayed behind to talk to Twist. "Scoots is taking it the hardest. We may have just met her, but Scootaloo really likes her. When we were told, Scoots left and was at Rainbow Dash's house for a half hour." Twist nodded in understanding, and Diamond Tiara turned to Silver Spoon. "Hey, do you wanna get back at that brute of a plant after school?" She asked, a devious smile crossing her face. -+-+-+-+-+- Zyra sensed two fillies walking up, and began to reach out to embrace them. They thought nothing of it, bravely stepping inside her embracing tendrils. The pale tentacles crept up, and soon they could hear her. I take it Scootaloo is still grieving? Zyra asked. Actually, We have no idea, do we Silver? Diamond Tiara said smugly. You... Zyra breathed. -+-+-+-+-+- "Nurse Readheart!" Twilight called, running down the halls after the pale mare. "What happened? I heard something about a hole forming in my library, and I wanted to know if anypony was hurt." The nurse turned towards Twilight, and gave a sad sigh. "Yes, two fillies were seriously injured. One is here, who's wounds were thankfully less critical. A few days bed rest and she'll be up on her hooves again. But the other one is currently under intensive care. We don't know how long she'll be here. Could be upwards of a few months." Twilight gasped. "Who was it? How could that have happened?" She asked. "Well, the fillies names are..." She said, looking down at her clipboard, "Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Diamond is the one in intensive care, Silver will be walking around soon. As for how it happened..." She looked down at her clipboard, reading over the list of injuries. "Probably falling. Although the height they had to have fallen was enormous, far larger than the height of the tree." The nurse looked up at her. "Almost as if they were thrown. Tell me, did you throw them?" Twilight gasped. "I? Throw them? Hardly. I was out, seeing if any of my friends needed some help." Nurse Redheart nodded. "Mhm." She said, jotting something down on her clipboard. "Thank you for your time, but I really have to get to some patients." She said, hurrying down into the labyrinth of halls that made up Ponyville hospital. Twilight sighed, looking back towards her home. Zyra, you better not be responsible... Twilight thought, hurrying down the hall. -+-+-+-+-+- "Yes, it was that hellish brute that threw me through your roof, and I'm suing!" The filly in the bed before Twilight said to the lavender unicorn. "I want to see that monster destroyed!" Twilight was one of the first visitors admitted to see Diamond Tiara after her surgery, and Twilight was ever so thankful. Had her parents come here first, then Twilight would have never heard the end of it. Also, coincidentally, they were out of town for the day, on business. By the time the news reached them, Twilight will be long gone. Twilight cocked an eyebrow. "Monster?" Twilight asked, a smile creeping across her lips. "That's ludicrous. Did your reflection throw you? I've seen you around the Crusaders. And you call that gentle plant a monster? So far, the only thing that plant is guilty of is..." Twilight looked up dramatically. "Protecting property. And I don't think that that is a punishable offense." Diamond Tiara's mouth nearly dropped. "But it threw me!" She complained. Twilight smirked. "After you were trespassing. I wasn't there, and the sign clearly said 'Closed.'" "Wait till my father hears about this!" Diamond called as Twilight turned away. "Oh, I'm waiting." Twilight said, walking out of the room. -+-+-+-+-+- The wind whipped violently around Rarity, snow blowing viciously around her warm hood. I hope Rainbow Dash is having it easier than I am, Rarity thought, looking up, trying to see her companion. Rainbow Dash, coincidentally, was actually having a pleasant time. The clouds refused her commands, but they gracefully stayed low, allowing her to easily fly ahead, seeing the peak of the mountain they had been climbing the entire time. And peeking through the cloud, near the summit of the mountain, lay a lone building. Glad they were making progress, Rainbow Dash braved the harsh weather to tell her friend. "Hey," she called, as soon as she could see the brown mass that made up her outfit. "We're almost there." "Oh, thank Celestia!" Rarity exclaimed, panting slightly. "How are you faring up there? I hope the wind isn't too bad." "Oh, it isn't easy, let me say that." Rainbow replied, glad her 'Frozen Expedition Uniform' concealed her smile. "Well, it'll be nice to get out of this snow, that's for certain." Rarity said with a nod. Smiling, the two friends continued on their trek, unaware of the two vicious green eyes watching them. -+-+-+-+-+- Zyra? Twilight called, the plant staying eerily silent. Did you throw Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon? Zyra's voice was weak and distressed. I didn't hurt them, did I? Nothing serious. Mostly injured prides. Twilight lied, cringing slightly. Relief flooded Zyra's voice. Oh, that's good. I just... I don't know what happened. One moment, I was fine. The next, they were gone, and I could feel a breeze. I was so worried I had hurt them. I didn't mean to, even if they meant to hurt me. Twilight shook her head. Wait, what? How did they hurt you? She asked. Zyra floundered at the question. Y-yes... She answered, her voice wavering. And how did they hurt you? Twilight pushed, hoping to get something out of the usually quiet plant. They... They... They insulted me. Then they laughed. I got angry, and they didn't take me seriously. They kept laughing, making it worse. Then, I felt something. My senses changed, tilted slightly. Zyra paused, worrying Twilight. Twilight, is there a color to describe anger? As in pure, unbridled rage? Twilight rapidly became confused. Why? You can't see them, so what does it matter? Zyra's tone became dead flat. Just answer my question. Is there? Yes, it's called red. Twilight stammered, suddenly unsure of Zyra. She had been acting odd. Red. Such a nice word. Alright then, try this comparison: It was like everything you saw was slightly red. Red covered everything, until all you could see or think was red. That's what it was like. And do you want to know what this red told me? Zyra paused again, building dramatic tension. Soon, the tension was unbearable, and when Twilight was about to speak, Zyra answered her question. "Hurt them," It told me. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity gasped at the strange warmth of the temple, a nice reprieve from the grueling walk up. She rapidly threw her outfit on the rack, and watched as Rainbow walked in the door, suspiciously dry. Rainbow still played the part though, shaking snow and water from your mane. "What a trek." Rainbow sighed, before noticing the disapproving look on her friend's face. "What?" Rarity shook her head, chuckling to herself. "Nothing dear." She said, turning to look at the atrium. The room was nice and spacious, although the colors definitely made the place feel... evil. The supports, rafters, and floor were done in black, while the walls and furniture were in red. At the center of the room was a dark steel fountain, with the topper showing a pony's head, red liquid burbling out of the eyes, nose, and mouth, making Rarity shudder in revulsion. On either side was a hallway, and at the far side of the room were a pair of large, steel doors, with ornate silver inlay. The doors, however, had no handles or pulls. "Well, Darling, which way should we travel?" She asked her companion. Before Rainbow could respond, they both heard a rustle in the rafters, drawing their attentions. "Who goes there?" Rarity called. They could hear a hissing laughter, and a dry, deep voice responded. "Oh my, a unicorn and pegasus. Begone, and heed my warning. This is a sacred place, and your species filth shall trespass here no more. Begone, before I loose my patience. Should you return, prepare to bleed." They heard another rustle, similar in sound to changeling wings, and then all was quiet. Author's Note I apologize about the enormous delays, but I have a blame list: English and Math classes School in general Skyrim Magic the Gathering And League of Legends. Can't leave that off the blame list. KD God, this chapter took forever to write. I kept checking my word count going up and up, but I still wasn't close to where I wanted to be at.
A Note from the author...So, I have been having an unexplainedly hard time writing, as of late, with no reasonable explanation. So first, I apologise about said delays on release. Secondly: I may have what could be the next chapter almost ready, but I realized I have to ask something before I continue. No matter what, there is one final story in this series. Yes, a third novel. But I have to ask you all a question now: Do we want sequel one or two? (I feel like I've asked this before.) Again, I can't pull off both, but I need to know which way I need to go, because this chapter is a pivotal one. This coming chapter will determine the fate of the steries, and I need to know which one to choose. I'm having such a hard time deciding, so I leave it to you all, faithful readers. Post in the comments, and we shall see where this goes, shall we? Thank you for your patience, sorry for the delay, Rennoc215
The LocustRarity confidentially stepped forward. "Now listen here. I am the legal owner of this establishment, and I don't appreciate your threatening me." The hissing laughter was back, and it began to condescend her. "My 'dear'" it said, with a mock emphasis, "Do you think I care for law? This is my home and the home of my masters." A large, purple object fell to the floor, right in front of Rarity. The fight or flight response kicked in, and she jumped back a few paces. The lump began to expand, elevating itself on two clawer rear legs. The sides flared out, revealing two long, scythed apendages where its' fore-legs should have been. The front folded up, to reveal two maliciously glowing green eyes, and a maw full of spiked teeth. "I am Kha'Zix, Creature of the void, and currently in the service of Ultio, god of vengeance." He hissed, a cruel cakling ringing through the room. He hunched over, bared his teeth, and shook his talons. "Now, as I said, begone! Maybe if you brought Master Vladamir home, I might tolerate your presence." He said, before looking down and seeing the unicorn looking at the floor. He knew this was a sign of sadness, or regret, and something struck him as off. "What is it, worm?" He asked, coldly. She looked up at his eyes, and he could see the red rimming. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She said, before looking back down at the floor. "Vladamir died." She deadpanned, and the room grew deathly silent. Kha'zix blinked. "You lie." He stated in disbelief. Rarity just shook her head, and continued to look at the floor. "You lie!" He shouted, before kicking her in the side. Rarity went flying, and slammed into a column with a crack. Before anypony could blink, Kha'zix's wings (Which were previously unnoticed) flared out, and he pounced on top of her. "You lie!" He screamed into her. Rarity just defiantly shook her head. "No. I know it. You lie! There has to be another, that couldn't be the end." He mumbled, shaking his head side to side as he reaconed with himself. "This can't be the end. All we worked for, all we accomplished. Washed away like a colt's drawing in the mud. Impossible. He can't be dead. Because if he was dead..." His eyes flared, and realization coursed through him. "You have to be lying! Because my presence on this world is only possible while somepony lives who can claim the iron throne." He leaned down to her, his cold occular orbs staring straight through hers. "You lie. Now, tell me where my lord is." Rarity fumbled in her coat, and pulled out a vial of ash. "You wanted me to prove it? Here!" she said, pulling the vial into Kha'zix's view. "Here he is. I keep a part of him close to me at all times, because I'm still getting over losing him." She waved the vial in his face, before shouting. "He's dead!" Kha'zix stepped back for a moment, before laughing. "I don't believe you. Because there is still one left who can claim the throne. And I'm going to find them." He kicked her again, before getting up, off of her. "Now tell me. If Vladamir isn't alive, then who is his next of kin?" "He didn't have a child." Rarity said, thinking about what the nightmare before her said. Next of kin, who else could Vladamir have been with? Rarity looked down, as the beast glared at her, and she saw the vial. His ashes are all I have left of him... Her eyes widened with realization, and a determined look crossed her face as she looked up at the looming monster. Zyra. I won't tell him about Zyra. "He has no next of kin." Kha'zix leered at her. "Then who is worthy to sit on the iron throne? You, perchance?" He said, lifting her. Rarity yelped in suprise, and Rainbow dash snapped out of her fear. Bugs. Why does it have to be bugs? Rainbow thought irritatedly as she threw herself at the creature holding her friend. Kha'zix simply stepped aside, and hit her with the blunt side of his talon, sending her spiraling out of control, straight into the fountain. With the whimpering pony under his arm, Kha'zix pushed the large red doors to the inner sanctum open, revealing a vast complex, quite similar to the old Japamare's temples. At the far end, overlooking the entire room, sat a spiked iron throne. Kha'zix leapt over the chamber, and landed just before the chair. Up close, the throne was even more intimidating than from afar. The dark metal which the throne was made of was a near black color, and seemed like something that would have been pulled from a nightmare. Without any seeming realism, the shadowy color seemed to pull the ambient light into it, darkening the entire area around it, ever so slightly. The shape of the throne was ornate, but without any real details. But the spikes made the alien ornateness look evil. The spines had a cruel, torturous look to them, as many were only long enough to poke through the skin, but not really tear anything apart. None would travel through the body, that's for certain. Kha'zix lifted the struggling mare above him, and positioned her above the spiny seat and back rest. "Remember, it's only torture if you can survive." He whispered to her as he set her down onto the menacing spikes. She screamed in agony as the pierced her skin, poking her like a pin-cushion. She could feel it as some spikes tore smaller blood vessels, her blood dripping down some of the spikes and draining into channels on the chair. Fueled by some sort of dark magic, the blood flowed around in the chair, filling the ornate designs with a red inlay of blood. It would have been a thing of grotesque beauty, had the color not been flowing out of her body. She screamed again, weakening with each few moments as more red piled onto the seat. "Shame. A lady for the throne would have been nice." Kha'zix murmured, before turning away from the dying pony. His face soon met the floor, having been kicked there by a light blue hoof. "Stay away from my friends." Rainbow Dash growled, before pulling Rarity off the bloody chair. Wasting no time, Rainbow flew out of the temple as fast as she could, occasionally dipping beneath the snow-line to cool Rarity off and slow the bleeding. But Rainbow had no idea how to treat wounds. Especially none like this. Gotta get her home. Gotta get help. Rainbow thought, her wings pounding behind her. -+-+-+-+-+- Lotus looked at the monstrosity before her, expression baffled. It was like the nightmare hybrid between her beloved flowers and the trees of the Everfree forest, what with all the vines whipping around. One particularly pale vine kept trying to creep up her back, but she didn't trust it to be any good, so she continued to brush it off of her spine. The red bulb at the center was centered in her mind. "Do you know why she is so agitated lately?" The purple unicorn beside her asked. "Even with all the research that I could do, I couldn't find anything. That's why I called in an expert." She said with a smile. "SHE?" Lotus asked incredulously. "That thing is intelligent?" Twilight only nodded, and Lotus sighed in frustration. "It looks like Blightpetal, but I'd need to get in there to be sure." The leafy-green earth pony replied. She gingerly stepped forward, and, finding herself not crushed or eaten yet, she began to walk forward. She pushed deeper, dodging the flailing vines, nearing her target. The enourmous, gorgeous bulb in the center taunted her. She knew each and every species of lotus, but this one was unique. Special. There was no other like it, in all of recorded botanical and mythological history. Lotus deftly evaded a pushing vine, leaping forward and diving under a sweeper. It was like she was a little filly again, dodging all the little moving things on the playground. She jumped again, this time over a wall made of the creeping vines, and turned to see how far she had gotten. It was roughly five feet. "This is gonna take a while." She muttered to herself before turning forward again. A vine came swooping down, which she narrowly evaded by rolling beneath a different vine. Thankfully, she realized that the plant in whole was smaller than she had hypothesized. She was almost within reach of the bulb. She reached out to steady herself, when she found her vision begin to darken. In a panic, she turned to see the persistant white vine taking root in her spine. It was right about then that she screamed, and shook wildly, hoping to dislodge the vine. She reached back, nearly blind now, and ripped the vine from her back. A sickening pop came out, and Lotus's vision returned. She looked at her back, which caused her face to shift from victory to horror. The vine had been stripped away, but there were a few roots laid in her back, which were incredibly sensitive. When she poked at one, one of her legs shot out, kicking a nearby root. "That can't be good." She murmured before continuing forward. She had made it. Her prize, the bulb which tempted her lay before her, and she gently began to peel her way to the center. Layer by layer, lotus petals the size of ponies fell to her. She smirked as the petals became fresher, whiter with youth. But her smile of sucess drooped away. The petals didn't have blightpetal, and no other signs of distress could be seen. She carefully began forward, before her legs collapsed under her. She looked up angrilly, and she saw the white vine, manipulating the roots in her spine. The vine lay back down, once again rooting on her spine, and now it took complete motor control. She wanted to scream, but no sound escaped her lips. She could only watch in horror as the darkness swirled around her eyes, and a pervasive silence struck her ears. Out of the darkness, a metaphysical beam of illumination struck her mind like a spear. It almost fealt like the worse headache you've ever had, save for the fact that it also brought a lightness with it, as if the pain was more of a pleasure. It plowed through her memories like a sledgehammer, bashing its way through anything stopping it. Then, as abruptly as it struck, the sensation vanished, and she could feel the mind of another. Zyra! Lotus could "hear" Twilight scolding somepony. You don't just paralyze somepony like that. I told you I was bringing in an expert to diagnose your condition. I never agreed to this! Came a much quieter rebuttal. But you said you weren't feeling well. Lotus here knows all about lotuses. That's why it's her name. Do I look like a lotus to you? Gah! What would you know? Nothing! You know nothing about me! Zyra's voice grew steadily louder, until it was booming with pent-up anger. I am nothing like the simple plants she studies! We may look alike, but that's all you ponies do: label others. Whatever doesn't fit in your happy little world has to go away. I've heard of it! And you can't deny it. What of the changelings, huh? They're different, so they have to go! And how about Vladamir? Lotus could feel Twilight's cringing at each passing point. You should have asked Rarity about him more than you did. Just because you saw him manipulating blood, that makes him evil? What else had he done before that point to make you distrust him? Nothing! All because of a stupid label, Haemeomage! Bah! Lotus and Twilight could feel something, at the edge of their minds. A sort of burning fury, which brought with it a chilled malice. With open, unseeing eyes, they saw the blackness become stained with something... red. It was color in the form of emotion. Zyra! Twilight snapped. Zyra paused in her diatribe for a moment, cooling down suprisingly fast. The red tint left, and soon they could feel the pressure release. I'm... I'm so sorry. I don't... I don't know what came over me. Zyra said, withdrawing further. It was like the incident with Diamond Tiara... She whimpered, voice quivering. Well... It's alright now. At least you didn't thow us. Twilight responded, laughing nervously. What's wrong, Zyra? Something is bothering you, and I want to help. I... I... I don't want to say. Zyra replied. It's a foalish desire, nothing more. It isn't like I'll ever achieve it, so I should just try to forget it. Wait, what was it? Twilight asked, before she heard the distinctive pop and her vision returned. Shaking her head, Twilight looked beside her to see Lotus, sleeping soundly. "Well, might as well make you comfortable." Twilight murmured as she lifted Lotus in her telekinetic aura. -+-+-+-+-+- A loud pounding at the door roused Twilight from her quick nap. She looked down to find a nice, face-shaped impression in the pages of the book she had been reading. Thankfully I didn't drool, Twilight thought with a smile. She quickly trotted downstairs, calling "Coming!" each time the knocking came. Before Twilight was on the ground level, Zyra reached out and opened the door for her, and a light blue blur slammed into Twilight, knocking her down the remaining few stairs. "Twilight!" Rainbow dash panted. "You won't believe what just happened Rarity's been hurt and there's no time to explain I took her to the hospital but they said it's looking bleak and she wanted us all to be there so we need to go right now!" Rainbow barrelled through the sentance, panting slightly the whole time as her lungs tried to catch up with her. "Rainbow, calm down. If Rarity's been injured, Zyra needs to know. Rarity is her only family, you know." Twilight said, poking Rainbow softly. "Alright but hurry because we don't know how much longer she'll be awake and she wants to see us all before anything bad happens so I'm going to go get the others and please for the love of Celestia hurry!" Rainbow's mouth moved almost as fast as her body as she dashed off, heading in the general direction of Sweet Apple Acres. Twilight pulled up next to Zyra, who laid her pasty white tendril along Twilight's spine. Zyra, I have some bad news. Twilight began, before the piercing light lanced into her mind, telling Zyra everything in a moment. Zyra's voice was determined, and louder than normal. Take me to her. She commanded. -+-+-+-+-+- "Ah. It's good to see you all." Rarity whispered weakly to the assembled group. "I didn't expect things to get this bad, that's for certain." She said, laughing slightly before choking back a cough. She cleared her throat, and smiled. "At least I prepared. There is a vault beneath my home, buried beneath doormat. The combination is 3, 12, 99: Sweetie Belle's birthday." Rarity sat up and looked around. "Is Zyra here? I can't see her." As if on que, The thin white vine creeped up through the window, prompting a smile from Rarity, and a shiver from the majority of the others. The vine effortlessly snapped into place on her spine, and Rarity's vision darkened. Zyra. I just wanted to say Enough. Zyra interrupted. You arent going to die on me today. Rarity could feel a sensation of weightlessness, and soft sounds, similar to the voices of her friends. Zyra, what's going on? Rarity asked, fear creeping into the back of her mind. Nothing much, Zyra lied. In reality, a lot was going on. After the pale tendril had crept in, and the groups' guard was down, Zyra had lashed in with two of her thicker, main vines, and wrapped around Rarity, pulling her through the open window. The group, once removed from their stupor, had shouted their protests, but the shock rooted them to the floor, unable to move as Zyra drew her farther away from the window. Rainbow had lept out, just to be stopped by a new mass of tendrils. The lot of them rushed to the window and watched with shock as Zyra pulled Rarity into the large lotus bloom in her center. Rarity smiled as the soft warmth ran along her fur, then frowned in confusion, realizing she hadn't felt this before. Zyra, Rarity asked, Where am I? With me. Safe. Zyra cooed, cradling rarity inside her bulb. The soft rocking motion of Zyra holding the others off was comforting to Rarity, who began to feel sleepy. Zyra... I wanted to say goodbye. Rarity said, her mind slowing as sleep began infiltrating her mind. I'll see you in the morning, Rarity. Zyra comforted, before laying Rarity down on the inside of the bulb. Zyra felt Rarity's mind slip into sleep, and Zyra focused. You will see the light of dawn, Rarity. You will. Zyra reassured, not sure who she was comforting. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity felt an etheral light grace her eyelids, and she smiled. Peace, She thought. A soft, feminine voice called out to her. "Hello, Rarity. I'm afraid to tell you that you are dead." Rarity opened her eyes to see a pale tan pegasus, dressed in a simple white robe, with a golden laurel, not unlike the one she had designed for Rainbow Dash's gala dress. "I know darling." Rarity said. The angel smiled back, her golden eyes glimmering. "My name is Pennance. When I walked the streets of Canterlot, I was a judge. Often called, the fairest of the fair, I made sure that each decision I made, no matter how big or small, was done fairly. Thus I earned my place here, as the gatekeeper for souls. All I have to do is weigh your soul, and I will tell you where your destiny lies." Pennance smiled, and reached out a hoof. She grabbed a tiny, glimmering light floating beside Rarity's head. The spark was put on a traditional two balance scale, which it floated above, yet clearly imparted some weight. Pennance reached into her robe, and withdrew a glowing pink spark. "First, we weigh lust." Pennance said, dropping the pink spark on the empty side, which immediately plummeted. "Good. Good." Pennance stated, withdrawing the pink spark. Then, she pulled a green one. "Envy next." The moment the spark touched the scale, the scale's tray snapped off, falling through the cloud they were standing on. "Oh my," Rarity said, looking over the edge and watching it fall into the darkness. "I'm terribly sorry about that!" She stated again, turning back to see Pennance laughing. "It's fine. I always have a spare scale for special cases, like yours," Pennance said with a smile. She pulled another scale up, but a frown crossed her face. She pointed a hoof at Rarity, who looked down at her body. Wrapping around her, but not yet touching her, was a large, green tendril. Just as she realized she might be in danger, the tendril clamped down, and yanked her off the cloud, pulling her into the darkness. -+-+-+-+-+- Rarity awoke to darkness. She could feel a stiffness that had saturated her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move anything. A general feeling a panic pervaded her mind, and she began flailing at the walls of her mental prison. To her suprise, she heard a loud ouch, and immediately calmed down. Help! She called, I can't do anything! A new voice, dark and brooding sounded. Really! Another mind to fill up your mind? Are you insane? When there was no response, the voice let out an aggrivated sigh. She still can't hear me. Fine. I can wait. Until then, there is always you to torment. The voice said, and Rarity could feel a burning gaze fall on her. Suddenly, the voice screamed. You! It shouted, the voice oozing with anger. It was you! All along! You! You you you you youyouyou! Rarity could feel a seething hatred drip from the voice, and her mind's eye characterized it as a spike-toothed maw, dripping red droplets of loathing. Excuse me, but I don't believe we've met before. What did I do to make you hate me? Rarity asked, trying to disguise her fear with bravery. Excuse me, but I think we have! The voice shouted. Do you not remember annihilating me? Toyed the voice. Vlad! Rarity shouted, her mind brightening. Oh, how I thought I had lost you! Where are we? How have you been! Oh Enough! The voice cried. No, I am not that pitiful, disgraceful whelp Vladamir. I am the more powerful, guiding force. Perhaps you would better remember me with my dark armor? A flash of memory hit Rarity, a memory of her being thrown across the room, her looking up at the observer with fear and confusion. Her own memory of the incident flashed, showing the darkly armored Vladamir smirking down at her. Realization surged through her, and the voice laughed wickedly. Yes. The voice whispered, chuckling. Me. Author's Note Three thousand word update. done in four days. I think I've got it back.
BloomingZyra! Help Me! Rarity cried out into the darkness. She can't hear you. The voice mocked. So the least you could do is to silence yourself. Sweet lord below! Rarity screamed. It wasn't a plea, or something spawned from fear. It was a primal scream, beyond emotion or logic. I can't stand it! She shouted, forcing the other back slightly. I've had enough! I died! I was being judged! I didn't ask to be pulled from heaven, to be stuck in here with YOU! She screamed, forcing it back again. Apparently, the colt who said "There is nothing worse than a mare's scorn," had never met one who was desparate and angry. The voice said, cracking a quick, cruel laugh. Maybe you didn't want to be here. But don't worry. "Zyra" is much weaker than poor old vlad, and as such, soon she will be in here with you, and I will be out there, doing what I should have done. Painting the world red with the blood of my foes! Rarity felt a strange sense of calm wash over her as he spoke, and a quick reassuring nudge. She heard a faint whisper as he spoke, which told her He may be right, but I have a plan. Rarity smiled, and patiently waited for him to finish his tirade, before speaking up. Well, if you're so high and mightly, then why don't you get up and do something? She goaded. You know what I think? I think you're nothing. Just an old, toothless diamond dog with a loud bark! Rarity could feel a pressure. You dare insult ME? The pressure swelled, and Rarity could swear she saw red, even though she couldn't see. You, a petty, worthless, false posh, unicorn harlot am saying that I, the most powerful spirit to have existed since the reign of the elementals, am WEAK? You have not yet witnessed true strength, my little she-devil. Just you wait. I'm practically dying with anticipation. Oh wait, she added, gasping slightly. I already did. Rarity broke into laughter over her own, terrible joke, and she felt the pressure rise again. Enough! I will show you, even though you are obviously goading me. He said, and Rarity could swear she could feel a smirk. With a loud crack, and a flash of light, the voice shattered the darkness, and all was replaced by a blinding white. Rarity could feel a crawling sensation on her legs, as if tens of vines were writhing beneath her projected legs. You wanted control, Red? Zyra said defiantly. Fine! Take it. I hope your mind can comprehend what is happening. Rarity, stay in the white. Those areas are places I still hold. The white became stained a blood red, and the voice laughed as the red began to spread throught the light. So willing, so eager. Let me show you... Wait. Where are the eyes? His laugh was cut short with his realization. Are they within the tiny area you are still holding? He asked, turning his attention to the insignificant point where Rarity was standing. Before either of them realized it, the whiteness became a hole, which Rarity fell into. Taking a moment to realize there may be more to this body, Red dived for the hole, only to have it seal off in front of him. With a scream of frustration, he pounded on the patch, trying his hardest to tear down the door. Meanwhile, Rarity was running as fast as she could down the spiraling tunnel, not quite certain of Zyra's plan. Just keep running. Everything will be fine. Zyra reassured. Just don't look back. Of course, how can one not look back, and as such, Rarity saw that the tunnel was going dark behind her. Zyra! What's happening? Rarity asked in a panic, speeding up to escape the darkness. I cut off the connection as we left. The approaching darkness is the vine slowly dying behind us. Just keep running, we're almost there. Zyra said weakly, the whiteness flickering. Just keep running. Rarity did as she was told, and she rushed ahead, diving into another hole in the path. Where are we going, Zyra? Rarity asked, turning at another bend in the tunnel. Just a little further. Zyra repeated, focused on getting Rarity to her destination. Almost there. Rarity finally found a doorway, which seemed odd, in the tunnel of pure white. The old, oaken door sat on rusting hinges, connecting it to the chisled stone blocks which formed the frame. But what really stood off was the fact that the door, and all attatched, had color. Quick, quick, get inside. With a touch of hesitancy, Rarity opened the door and stepped in, just as the blinding whiteness died. Zyra, where are we? she asked, worried about the blur of colors out here. We are in our new body. One I had to make a few... repairs to. Zyra stated, chuckling lightly. -+-+-+-+-+- The five friends looked at the large, writhing plant with concern. "How do you think Zyra will take the news?" Rainbow asked Fluttershy, who simply shrugged. They returned their attentions to Zyra, before they heard a scream come from within. It is a scream they never expected to hear. Particularly because she didn't have vocal chords. "Was that...?" Applejack asked, and Twilight nodded. "Zyra just screamed." Twilight stated, shocked for a moment. Then, something shook her mind from the binds of shock, and she leapt forward. "Come on, girls! We have a friend in need." She called, using her magic to plow her way to the center. Her friends took a moment, then shook out of their stupor and followed Twilight in. They forced their way to the bulb, rushing past eerily still vines, and smashing into the bulb, trying to push their way inside. They slammed into it again, and again, trying to break inside, when they suddenly felt a pulse of pressure from within. Twilight focused, and formed a blade with her aura. "Stand back!" She called, and sliced into the petals. With a clean swing, the blade carved through the fiberous petals, and sliced some away, providing a nice, simple path. And out stepped... Rarity. But not exactly Rarity. The pony that stepped out was definately once Rarity, but now she looked... Plantlike. Along her spine ran a vine, bustling with leaves and thorns, and growing right between her right ear and her head was a beautiful red rose. She had a more prominent blush, and her sides seemed a little greener, as if she was always under a weak green spotlight. "R...Rarity?" Asked a stunned Twilight, shocked to see her friend on all fours again. The mare looked Twilight up and down, apparently thinking about something, before collapsing to the ground and covering her eyes with her hooves. "Oh Twilight," She said, in a voice oh so much like a certain dark princess, but like said princess was talking through warbling lips. "Make it stop. Please make it stop." Author's Note I know what most of you are thinking: "Oh, author. Such a long wait, and now only a short chapter? What's the big deal." Well, I'll tell you. My weekends have been slammed full, and they will continue to be so for an unfortunately long time, as have my afternoons. Some kind of karma is catching up with me, although I have no idea what I did to deserve this... Maybe it was the stuff I didn't do, rather. I don't know... As always, have a good day, my friends.
